Chernobyl Werewolf (Team Greywolf 3)

Maggie still wore the clothes Rachel saw her in just an hour ago. Had it only been such a short time? If she had been here, could she have prevented this, or would they both have been attacked?

A detective knocked and entered, displaying his badge. “I’m Detective Watts. I’ve been assigned to your case.” Great. After the bombing and her further communication, they probably thought she was somehow involved. Or under some voodoo curse.

“We’ll take you to the hospital to get checked out,” said a paramedic.

“Good idea,” said Rachel. “Chloroform is extremely toxic.” At least the idiot didn’t leave the cloth on her face. While she was unconscious, he had blindfolded her, so basi

cally no identification could be made. Probably saved Maggie’s life.

Jim held Maggie’s hand. “I’ll go with her. You don’t mind staying to talk to the police?”

“Not at all. Go and keep me posted.”

Detective Watts looked around. “Someone is definitely interested in your friends, or you.”

“So it seems.”

“Mind if I look around?”

Rachel nodded. “Please do.”

He checked the kitchen. “Interesting.”

She joined him. “What?”

He picked up a picture of Rachel and Maggie on a river cruise. “Whoever broke in laid this picture next to her license. Are you two sisters?”

“No, but we look alike, until you notice our eye color and facial characteristics up close.”

“I have a gut feeling the perp was after you, not your roommate.”

A chill travelled down her spine as Madam Montfort’s warning of danger drummed in her head. “I should check my bedroom.”

“Let me go in first.” He drew his gun, which made her shadow him farther back.

Her closet and drawers hung open, her clothes thrown on the floor as if they had been looking for valuables. She glanced at the small desk. “My laptop!”

“Are you sure it’s not somewhere in the house?”

“No. I always leave it in my room.”

“Was it new?”

“No. Had it for four years. In fact, I planned on getting a new one. Who would want it?”

“Good question. Any banking or other important information on your computer?”

“No, only on my phone. Although I do keep photos, my tax info on it and my job applications and resumes, which sucks. Good thing I keep everything backed up in the cloud.” Shit. He could still use her information for identity theft.

“I noticed Maggie’s laptop in her room. Untouched.”

“And fairly new.” Rachel bit her lower lip. Yep, this had something to do with me.

“I suspect you have a stalker.”

According to Madam Montfort, werewolf Lev. Not likely. As far as she was concerned, he had an open invitation to visit her. Time to be rational. Rachel gulped. “Who?”

“I take it you haven’t heard from the hero you had dinner with on New Year’s Eve?”