![]() ![]() But then, Jude was a white tiger shifter, so he’d fucking better be good at sniffing. Jude Donovan was good at catching scents. If Jacobson got away, he’ll catch the guy’s scent.” “I’m going to give Jude the Jacobson case,” Pak said. On the weekends, Pak would spend hours with the twelve- to fourteen-foot gators that loved to snap and feast in those muddy waters. The guy was a charmer, a being born with the ability to speak to animals. “Uh, boss?” Pak didn’t usually get all quiet and focused like this unless he was out in the swamps, talking to the gators. “The guy was low level, but he should have been strong enough to knock the flames back, at least for a few moments.” A few moments would have been all the guy needed for an escape. “Jacobson was a demon.” Demons and fire always mixed. “But you don’t think they’ll find a body? Or what’s left of one?” The fire department was still there when I left, digging through the rubble, but-” “Jacobson’s body wasn’t recovered on the scene. What the hell? The job always came first for him. Pak rose and walked around the edge of the desk. He’d protected her and made sure the assholes after her were taken down. Just like he’d done his job when Dee changed. ![]()
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