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Kiley Palmer sat scrunched down inside her SUV, well-hidden by the tinted windows as she held a camera up and snapped off pictures. The old man had been right. The fourth Mrs. Douglas was having a visitor every morning as soon as her husband left for work.
“Gotcha,” she whispered to empty air as she snapped off four more pictures before the front door of the large house closed.
She set the camera down and prepared herself for the wait. All week she had been staking out the home of her client, Edward Franklin Douglas the Third. The man knew his young thirty-year old wife was cheating on him, and Kiley had just finished collecting the remainder of the evidence to provide to her client. She would snap off a few more pictures as the man left then she would be done with the job.
As private detective work went, this had been simple. Easy money. Mr. Douglas had known his wife was not being faithful and, to protect his money, he had needed proof.
Kiley reached for her coffee and found the cup empty. Damn, she thought as she sat back with a sigh. She was contemplating running to the closest convenience store to grab another cup when a knock on the passenger window startled her.
She jumped, her hand going to her heart. The grin from the man on the other side of the glass annoyed and amused her at the same time. She rolled her window down.
“Detective,” she greeted.
Detective Gray Mason continued to grin as he leant against her door. “Kiley, how’s it going?”
Kiley shrugged. “Fine, until you scared the living daylights out of me.”
He chuckled in response.
Kiley crossed her arms over her chest and gave him her best pout.
Unfazed, he continued to smile. “All done here?” he asked.
Kiley looked to the house and back at him. As Gray turned serious, she knew it wasn’t so much a question, but his telling her she was done. She nodded.
He opened her door and held out a hand. “I need you to come with me.”
She rolled her shoulders and stepped from her vehicle, ignoring his hand. He stepped back giving her room as another man stepped up and drew her attention. Kiley frowned at the guard. She didn’t know Wyatt well but he had a reputation of being a hardcore fighter.
“What’s going on?” she asked Gray, her eyes snapping from one man to the other. Dread scrawled up her spine as unease settled in her stomach. This couldn’t be good.
“He needs to see you,” Gray told her quietly.
Kiley shook her head and started to back up towards her SUV. “No.” She knew what this weekend was about. She’d seen the many cars which had driven through town on their way up to the compound.
Gray’s hand on her elbow stopped her. “It’ll be okay. I’ll stay with you,” he promised.
Kiley’s heart sank. It had been months since her presence had been requested at the local Alpha’s residence. Always it had been when few people had been around.
“Come on,” Gray urged with a gentle tug.