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Blurb:

A werewolf shifter, paranormal, thriller romance book. Part 1 in The Wolf Code Trilogy series. Special Agent Senora Edwards, usually a lone wolf on missing persons cases, finds herself in uncharted territory with her newest assignment. This time, she must collaborate with expert consultant Ty Mahigan.

But she’ll soon find out that Ty’s real identity is far more intriguing than she expected! He isn’t your typical consultant; he is, in fact, a werewolf. And when their missing person case turns deadly, it’s clear that the werewolf code had been breached, and trouble is brewing….

Senora must keep close to Ty for protection, but she winds up getting way more involved than she planned. How close is too close when you’re working with a werewolf? Find out in this action based, werewolf romance story by Angela Foxxe.

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Chapter 1

“You’re wasting your time,” the man said in a gruff voice, pushing his white cowboy hat back and arching an eyebrow.  “I’m not even sure why they sent the Feds for a case like this.”

Senora stopped, squaring her shoulders and preparing herself for an all too familiar argument that she didn’t feel like having with this man in this parking lot.

It was too damn hot to have to justify herself.

But she knew that he wasn’t going to let it go, and it wouldn’t be a typical case for her without someone questioning why she was there.  At least this man was polite enough to call her “ma’am” while questioning her authority and the Bureau’s motivation.

“It’s not a waste of time,” she said, trying to keep her tone light and even. 

The last thing she wanted to do was have him cite jurisdiction and force her out.  The case might not be important to him, but it was important to her.  They all were.

She smiled, doing her best not to patronize him, even though he was already getting on her nerves.  He’d been hovering over her the entire time she’d been going through the abandoned car in the parking lot of the Sonic in Glen Rose, Texas, and she was about sick of his constant blathering. 

“Look, I get it,” she said finally.  “I understand that this isn’t a priority for you, and it’s alright if you have better things to do.  I can take it from here, and I’ll take down the tape when I leave if that will make it easier.  But we’re here, and we’re going to spend our time and resources on this missing person until we find her.  No one is asking you to tag along, and if you want to deal with the media when this is all over, I’m more than happy to keep my name out of the papers.”

She didn’t say it outright, but the implication was clear; he could have all the glory, and Senora would be happy to do all the work as long as he stayed out of her way.

The Sheriff stood a little taller, his slight pot belly leading the way as he continued pacing in the adjacent parking stall to the white, four-door sedan that Senora was inspecting for any clues that might help her find the missing woman who owned the car.

She heard him chuckle, and before he could say anything, she knew what was coming.  She rolled her eyes behind her dark sunglasses, but he couldn’t see her do it. 

“We?” the man said, vibrating like a misfiring engine as he chortled.  “Well, Miss, you look like one person to me.  You got a mouse in your pocket, young lady?”

Senora ignored the dig and him pointing out that she looked about a decade younger than twenty-seven.  She wasn’t here for this, and if he thought she was some wet-behind-the-ears  agent looking to prove herself on a pointless case, that was his problem.  She was here for Addie Thompson and her family, and that was it.  Everyone else could go kick rocks as far as Senora was concerned.

The Sheriff arched an eyebrow again, and she sighed, ignoring the way the hot Texas air tortured her lungs as she breathed in. 

How did he look so cool in this heat?

“We, as in the FBI.  I realize that I’m only one person, but I represent the Bureau’s high risk missing persons division, and we will handle things from here if you don’t want to waste resources as you so eloquently put it.  Regardless of how you feel about things, the victim’s family called us in, and here I am.  I’m here for the victim, and I don’t need your assistance.”

“If there is a victim,” the Sheriff sneered, and this time, Senora heard something a little more personal in his voice.

“Do you know this woman?” Senora asked, her mind reeling. 

Could the Sheriff be involved in her disappearance?  Was she going to find herself embroiled in a case of small town corruption?  Was she in danger?

She tried to keep her face passive as she waited for him to respond.  Something in her tone must have struck a nerve, because the Sheriff’s body relaxed, and he appeared to realize that he was being ridiculous.  His change in demeanor calmed some of Senora’s concerns, but she stayed vigilant, her hand not far from her service revolver, though not obviously at the ready.  She didn’t want to make the Sheriff nervous and end up in a shootout with a bunch of local cops in the middle of the tiny town.  Even with her lightning reflexes, she was outnumbered six to one. 

“I don’t know her personally,” the Sheriff began.  “But I know who she is.  Addie Thompson has gone ‘missing’ three to four times a year since she was a teenager.  She’s twenty-three now, so as you can guess, we’re a little tired of her crying wolf.”

That’s not good, Senora thought.

“What were the circumstances then?” she asked.

“They ran the gamut with this girl.  One time, she got into a fight with her mother.  Another time, she’d been caught shoplifting and faked her own disappearance when she missed her court date.  The judge let her off with community service and ordered her to get some therapy, but she faked her disappearance again six months later.”

The Sheriff shook his head, but Senora couldn’t tell if he was thinking about Addie or the judge that had given her such a light sentence.  Senora had a feeling that the Sheriff was disgusted with both of them.

“Is there anything different about this time that sticks out to you?” Senora wondered, but the Sheriff shook his head again.

“She’s gone, and she left something behind that seems to prove it.  One time, she slung her own purse clear across a parking lot as if she’d been grabbed in the middle of the night cutting through while she walked.  Another time, she left her front door wide open.  I’m not surprised that she left her brand-new car like this with the door open and the engine on.  It fits with the things she’s done in the past, and her dramatic exits were part of the reason that we always took each disappearance seriously only to have her show up, apologizing to her parents for scaring them.”

“Has she ever been charged for fraud?”

“No.”  The Sheriff laughed, but it was not a happy sound.  “We only have so many judges in the county, and for some reason, they all have a soft spot for Addie.  I’m sure it has something to do with her cup size, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

Senora scowled inwardly, but she feigned disinterest in his vulgar commentary.  He was opening up to her, which was no easy feat with men like him.  So many times, the locals resented her presence and kept information she wasn’t privy to for themselves.  Even information delivered with so much obvious disdain for the victim was more than she had to go on.  As long as he kept talking, she would have to resist the urge to slap him for being so pig-headed.  It was more likely that the judges had seen a young lady with a troubled past and taken pity on her.  Not to mention the fact that it wasn’t illegal for an adult to walk away from their lives without explanation.