He pulled the black cell phone from his pocket and dialed the one man he knew could help him. Knowing he was in way over his head, Reno only knew of one thing to do. The cop was as evil as a poisonous snake, and Reno planned on cutting the damn serpent’s head off if he harmed Baker in any manner.
Johnson could have stashed Reno’s mate anywhere before coming after him. Just how long ago had he taken Baker, and where? His eyes darted over to the white blinds covering the window and saw the color spectrum of red, pink, and orange cutting across the sky as the sun began to set. His muscles grew rigid as his jaw tightened.įrom the light scent, Reno knew that the cop had visited Baker before he had started stalking him. When Reno stepped back into the living room, the owner of that niggling scent came to mind and he knew who had been here. The bedroom was clean, the bed made, but the odor wasn’t in the room. He was grateful the scent was absent where his mate slept. Reno went through the apartment again, having a clue to work with. It was as he remembered it the evening he had come over for dinner. He headed into the kitchen, only to see the tiled floor, empty table, appliances neat and in order on the counter, and everything spick and span.
This was the worst time for Baker to-Reno grew utterly still when a faint scent wafted toward him. Baker didn’t own a cell phone, and that left Reno with no way to contact his mate.
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