The Shifter's Conspiracy (Paranormal BBW Werewolf Romance Novella) Read Online Free PDF

trying to make me uncomfortable? Something about him made me shiver. He was fearsome without effort, but somehow equally enthralling. It was all I could do to pull myself away from these thoughts and maintain my composure. I did my best to choose my next words wisely and speak them with the utmost confidence.
    “I’ve been doing research independently and I think I can be a real asset to the team,” I said, staring right back into his eyes as I handed him one of the files with cool deliberateness.
    “Well, hand it over. Let’s see what you’ve got,” he said, taking a file from me.
    I watched quietly as he paged through the folder. It was rather thick, given that there were multiple pages for each missing woman, sometimes as many as ten or more depending on how much info I’d found out about them online. I waited expectantly for him to say something.
    “So, what am I looking at here?” he said shortly. “There’s no agenda or table of contents. I can’t tell what all this is.”
    “Well, it’s, umm… It’s more like raw data. It looks at each of the missing women and attempts to find out common characteristics and I’ve developed a timeline for each woman that details their last few weeks leading up to their separate disappearances.”
    “OK. I see one of the timelines right now. It’s pretty extensive. Where did you get this information?”
    “It’s derived entirely from public social media profiles. A lot of the girls were very active online. As far as I can tell, some of them didn’t go anywhere without checking in on Yelp or Facebook.”
    “And you think these are accurate?”
    “I don’t have any reason to believe they aren’t. They might not be entirely comprehensive, but it’s essentially the only information we have right now.”
    “Any initial insights? Commonalities? Trends?”
    “Most of the girls checked in at a bar in Midtown named 41X within two weeks of their individual disappearances.”
    “Most, but not all. How do you know that’s a substantial lead? What if it’s just a popular bar?”
    “That could be the case, but I think it’s relevant,” I said confidently, ready to defend my case.
    Deep down, however, I knew this angle was flimsy. 41X was a popular bar, especially for the age group that most of the women belonged to.
    “It may very well be relevant, but this doesn’t seem that interesting to me. What else do you have?”
    “Well, if you look though their pictures you’ll notice another… commonality.”
    I watched as Agent Chamberlain flipped through the file pensively, looking at each picture and trying to discern for himself just what I had in mind. Suddenly, I saw his eyes light up. It was almost as if he flinched, albeit to a very small degree. He looked back up at me, his previously calm face now filled with a noticeably urgent seriousness.
    “All these women look very similar from a certain perspective. If there is indeed one person behind these crimes, he certainly has a type. Does this file contain every single woman who’s gone missing?”
    “Yes, so far,” I said.
    “This could be useful. In one sense, it arguably provides evidence for the hypothesis that this is being perpetuated by a single individual or, perhaps less likely, a collective that’s operating together. There’s definitely a methodical nature to this crime—a trend, an obsession.”
    “I agree. When I first noticed it, I didn’t know what exactly to do with the information, but it seemed relevant.”
    “Listen. I have a dinner engagement at eight o’clock that I have to get to uptown. Do you mind if I give these files to Dr. Geiss? Do you have electronic versions? I want to see what she comes up with after putting it through more intensive, systematic data analysis.”
    “Sure. I have them saved on my computer. I can send them over right after this interview.”
    “Good. Go do that now. On behalf of the FBI, I want to thank you for your contribution to this