Dragonfury 02 - Fury of Ice

the black case beside the door and returned to the table. She grabbed a cookie, dug in, and…oh, wow. That was unbelievable. So good she hummed and took another bite. The second mouthful was even better than the first. She moaned in delight, playing it up for Mac.
    He growled.
    Her lips twitched, and mouth full, asked, “Anything new?”
    “Other than the torture factor in here?” Almost drooling, he watched her chew. “Nothing’s come up yet.”
    Angela waved her hand at the plate. Mac jumped at the invitation, swiping three PB and chocolates off the plate. As he shoved them into his piehole, her attention strayed back to the folders Sloan had brought her. Brushing the crumbs off her fingers, she flipped the first one open and scanned the contents. Name. Personal info—height, weight, eye and hair color. Address. Phone number and—
    Angela frowned. Wait a second. Back up a step. She recognized that address. She’d seen it in another file.
    “Hey, Mac?”
    “Whatcha got?”
    She shook her head and reached for the stack filed under possibles . “Don’t know…I’m just…”
    Bingo. The one she was looking for. Tagged with a red sticker, the folder contained two MP reports. Roommates at Seattle U, the pair of twenty-year-olds had gone missing the same night. She flipped the report open and—
    “Holy shit.” Her gaze bounced back and forth, confirming what she already knew.
    “Tell me.”
    “These two girls went missing sixteen days ago.” Holding up the two-week-old report, she bounced it in her hand. The newer file grasped in the other, she said, “This one? Two days ago. All three are roommates…they lived together. And they fit the profile…same victimology.”
    “Jesus. It isn’t random.”
    “Not even a little.” Open on the folds, she set the two folders aside and cracked the other one Sloan had brought. “Bingo. Proof positive.”
    Mac glanced over her shoulder. “Motherfuck…twins.”
    “The rat-bastard’s cherry-picking,” she said. “Hunting females that are related or are good friends.”
    “Not a coincidence.”
    “Nope. Are high-energy females attracted to one another?”
    Mac raised a brow, his expression full of speculated interest. The kind that had nothing to do with being a cop and everything to do with being a guy.
    She whacked him with the folder. “Not that kind of attracted, you big dope.”
    “A guy can dream.”
    “Oh, shut up,” she said. “I need to talk to Rikar. See what he knows about this.”
    Mac might have murmured, but Angela didn’t hear him. Folders tucked under one arm, she was already moving, her focus absolute. Rikar. She needed to see him. If what she suspected was true—that the Meridian drew high-energy females together—the investigation into the missing women had just gone from shaky to rock-solid. With that information, Angela knew she could track them. Make connections. Find other women that might be targeted by the Razorbacks and thrown into their awful breeding center.
    Wicked good intel. The kind that cracked a case wide open.
    Although, to be honest, the break in the investigation wasn’t the only reason she pointed her boots toward the underground lair. Angela wanted to share more with Rikar than just information. Tonight was a muck-hole in the making. A potential mess that had death written all over it, and Angela refused to waste a second. She needed to make love to him again before night fell. Before the Nightfuries weaponed up and headed out to set the trap. It might be her last chance to hold him.
    Angela picked up the pace. The work of minutes, and she stepped inside the Otis. She suppressed a full-body shiver. Elevators weren’t her favorite things anymore, not after taking a trip in one at the Razorback lair.
    She hit the down button anyway. The doors closed, and she was on her way, headed into the depths of Black Diamond. Huge with a network of interconnected tunnels beneath the main house, the underground lair was pretty darned cool, fascinating in every way but one. The sucker was difficult to navigate. Especially when you didn’t know the layout. Not a problem for her, though. With her Rikar radar up and running, she knew exactly where to find him.
    The gym.
    Impatient to reach him, she shuffled her feet, scuffing the elevator floor with her boots, waiting for the stupid thing to open. Thirty seconds later, and instant freedom as doors slid to the side, dumping her onto the corridor. To the right lay the