Flight of the White Wolf

by Terry Spear

  Sarandon chuckled. “She doesn’t live here. Colorado Springs is about six hours away, which makes Eric’s pack’s location ten hours away, so I don’t believe that’s a viable option.”

  “See? You’re already considering it,” Jake said.

  Sarandon hadn’t, not until his cousin brought it up. Sarandon and Jenna lived too far apart to consider courting each other. Still, taking her to the Spring Fling would have really made a difference, he thought. No one would be trying to fix him up with another she-wolf. And going with her would be more fun than going solo.

  Peter cleared his throat. “We’ll run by the tavern and talk to Sam and Silva about these two men.” He showed the sketches to Darien and the others. “Lelandi was waiting for you to arrive at the tavern the day she saw the men, but she said they left before you got there. They did see her watching them.”

  Darien looked over the two sketches. “I don’t recognize either of the men.”

  Everyone else concurred.

  “Silva’s got a pretty good memory, even if that was a few months back. She might remember something about them,” CJ said.

  “Agreed. Jenna wants to come with us,” Peter warned CJ.

  CJ grunted.

  “And, Sarandon, she insisted you go too. I’m sure you would want to anyway. She said she’s not letting you out of her sight, no matter what.” Peter smiled a little. Then he grew serious. “Taking her to the Spring Fling might still be in the works.” He smiled again.

  Sarandon shook his head. “Not unless Eric and Pepper moved the date up to this evening and I took her there by force. On accompanying her to your office? Fine by me. I’d just as soon stick close to her so she doesn’t decide to call for reinforcements from her agency or other law enforcement officials, in case she still believes I’m the real culprit. Besides, I want to learn what’s going on as much as she does.” Sarandon’s cell rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Yeah, Eric?”

  “Hell. Jake told me you’re in trouble. Why didn’t you call me?”

  Sarandon knew he should have. He just hadn’t thought of it at the time, not when he was concentrating on what they were going to do about this situation. Even though Eric was running his own pack and Sarandon was part of Darien’s, his older brother still felt everything the brothers did should be shared with him. Sarandon loved him for it, really.

  “Hey, sorry, Brother. We’ve been working on where to go next with this. Lelandi thinks she’s seen the guy—whose mug shot we have—at the tavern. CJ’s going to send everyone an email and texts with the suspect’s picture and that of the man he was with. No one here recognizes him.”

  “Okay, good. Let me know what you find out, and we’ll check into it from here too.”

  “Thanks, Eric. I’ll let you know.”

  Jake called out, “He might be bringing the wolf to the Spring Fling.”

  “Hell, you’ve got some explaining to do. Call me when you can. I’ve got to chase off a bear at a campsite. Just call me with updates.” As a park ranger, Eric seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

  “I will. Good luck with the bear.”

  “Pepper will be thrilled you’re bringing a date.” Then Eric ended the call.

  Sarandon would have to straighten him out about the date issue later.

  “Eric’s chasing off another bear at a campsite?” CJ asked.

  “Yeah. They’re drawn to the food.” Sarandon’s phone rang again. He knew that it would be his other brother, Brett, the reporter in the family, wondering why Sarandon hadn’t called him too. “Yeah, Brett?”

  “I’ve heard the news. I was thinking we could make an announcement in the paper about the identity theft. That way, everyone can check their financial records and make sure they haven’t also been victimized.”

  “That’s a great idea. Peter drew sketches of the men who visited the tavern. One of them might be the guy. Maybe you could run those with the announcement. Someone who reads the paper might have seen these men. We also have a copy of the mug shot of the man who was arrested, claiming he was me.”

  “I’ll clear it with my boss, but I’m sure it will be a go. Did Eric call you?”

  “Yeah. He’s going to see if he can learn anything there.”

  “Well, let me know what else I can do to help. Jake said the bounty hunter is a wolf and she’s a real knockout.”

  “She is. But I don’t think she’s convinced I’m not the suspect.”

  “We’ll convince her,” Brett assured him.

  Peter got the door for Jake and carried the food inside.

  “Thanks, Brett. We’re eating now. I’ll let you know if anything else comes up.”

  “I’d sure like to know who did this to you.”

  “We all would. Hey, I should have asked Eric, but… You don’t think we have a half sibling running around, do you?”

  * * *

  After the meal, Sarandon climbed into the driver’s seat of Jenna’s car to drive them to Silver Town Tavern, not trusting that she wouldn’t attempt to drive him to Colorado Springs. At least, that’s what she suspected when he wouldn’t let her drive her own vehicle. She couldn’t help but be highly irritated. What did he think? That she would chance having the whole pack of wolves come after her?

  CJ and Peter had already gone ahead of them.

  “By the way, do you have a brother named Eric?”

  “Yeah, he’s a park ranger and leader of another pack. Why?”

  “He’s the one who put up the collateral for your bond.”

  “No way.”

  “Well, whoever did it was impersonating him.”

  “Well, hell.” Sarandon got on his Bluetooth and called Eric, but only got his voicemail. “He’s chasing a bear from a campsite.” He left a message telling Eric how his name had been used too.

  If Jenna still suspected Sarandon was guilty, she’d slip off tonight with him, when he least expected it. The police would be looking for him too. She didn’t have anything to do with that. Since he—or rather, the guy they’d caught—had been wearing the court-ordered ankle monitor, the police were alerted when he cut it off.

  “As easy as it was for me to find you, based on your driver’s license, you do understand it won’t take the police long to locate you here, right?”

  “We all figured that,” Sarandon said.

  Normally, Jenna had nothing to do with trying to learn whether a suspect was guilty. Her only job was returning the suspect to the police so the judge could determine whether to revoke his bond. If the judge did, the suspect would be incarcerated. Or the judge might apply more restrictions to ensure the suspect showed up for his court date. She didn’t want to take Sarandon to Colorado Springs and learn he wasn’t the right guy. She’d never had a case where she was in doubt.

  “What’s the deal with your father?” she asked. “Every time he’s mentioned, there are a lot of negative vibes. If you don’t mind talking about it.”

  Sarandon let out his breath. “Our dad was the sheriff, but when our mother died due to a hunter’s carelessness, Dad lost it. Suffice it to say, he went to the dark side. He murdered Lelandi’s twin sister, who was Darien’s first mate. As pack leader, Darien had to take him on and put him down. The pack is family and means everything to us, but we had to leave after that. What our father had done was unforgiveable. We were ashamed of him and what he’d done to the pack.

  “At first, we didn’t believe he had any hand in it. When he confessed, we were devastated. Eric, our oldest brother, felt he was responsible. He had taken care of Brett, CJ, and me once our dad became an absentee father. Eric felt he should have known what Dad was up to. He couldn’t know that. No one had.

  “My brothers and I left the pack for a while, but our youngest brother wanted to return.”

  “CJ, the deputy sheriff?” Jenna asked.

 
“Yeah. We all did, really. We had to find a way to rejoin the pack that wouldn’t make us look like we had returned with our tails tucked between our legs. We knew someone was causing trouble for the pack, and we were trying to learn who.”

  “You were trying to prove your worth to the pack.”

  “Yeah. In the end, we returned, that case was solved, and we were glad we were back with the family. Eric found his mate, Pepper. That meant helping to run her pack. CJ and Brett also found mates, Laurel and Ellie. We needed to be here. Fortunately, no one blamed us for our father’s criminal behavior.”

  “I’m so sorry. I know what family means to wolves. And to have to give up the rest of your family because of the sins of your father… I’m sorry.” For the first time, Jenna saw a man who had been really hurting. Yet despite that, the pack was completely galvanized to take care of him. “You seem to think you might have some unknown half siblings who could have stolen your identity.”

  “It’s possible. I never thought it would be, but if a wolf who looks similar to me stole my identity, the possibility exists.”

  “Your dad mated with another wolf?”

  “He was seeing a wolf named Ritka, but she died. She never had any children that we know of, unless she gave one up for someone else to raise. It usually doesn’t happen, but that whole part of our lives should never have happened. Not as wolves.”

  “Okay.”

  “Since you insist on ‘sticking’ to me so I don’t sneak off, what are we going to do about tonight? Did you want to borrow some of CJ’s handcuffs so we can be handcuffed together?”

  She smiled. “You’re so hilarious.”

  “I’m serious. What are you going to do if the police show up to arrest me, and they discover you’re sleeping with me?”

  She laughed. “I won’t be sleeping with you.”

  “You know what I mean. We’ll be in the same house. Cohabitating. No telling what else.”

  “We won’t be doing anything else.”

  He smiled so charmingly that she felt her whole body warm. “Yeah, as wolves we know that. As humans, they won’t. You haven’t alerted them that you’ve caught me, have you? They’ll think you’ve fallen for the suspect and are trying to hide the fact that you’ve caught him because you have the hots for him.”

  “Hots for you?” She laughed. “Are you trying to convince me to turn you in?” Or leave him here with his pack and pretend she hadn’t found him?

  “I don’t want you to get in trouble over this.”

  She studied him, surprised he’d feel that way when she had intended to turn him in pronto. Was he just kidding? He didn’t seem to be. “Okay, the truth of the matter is that I’ve never had a case where I was unsure whether the suspect was the right one. I certainly wouldn’t want to turn in an innocent man. It’s not my job to learn whether someone is guilty or not, but in your case, if you’re not the guy they already arrested and fingerprinted, maybe…maybe we can have Peter send your fingerprints to the police department in Colorado Springs and prove you’re not the one they’re looking for. That would clear you without you even having to go to Colorado Springs.”

  “Are you sure that will suffice?”

  “Well, as long as the sheriff’s department is contacting them. I’m not sure, but it’s worth a try. Peter can send them a copy of the sketch he did of the man Lelandi saw. And another thing. If you have an alibi for when the suspect was detained at the jail and while he was wearing the ankle monitor, you should have a truly verifiable, airtight defense.”

  “You know I can come up with one. Or, for that much time, several alibis.”

  “So, what are they?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Smiling, she shook her head.

  “Off the top of my head? I wouldn’t venture a guess. I’ll have to look at my schedule to see what I was doing during that time. I had taken a tour group right before that. That may have overlapped with when the police picked him up. If I was still running the tour, those on the tour would be witnesses. I’m with them all the time when I’m conducting one. After that, I would have been here. I didn’t go to Colorado Springs.”

  “His court date isn’t for another couple of weeks. I wonder why he ran when he did and not earlier,” Jenna said.

  Sarandon smiled at her.

  She let out her breath. “Okay, all right, I believe you. No matter whether you have airtight alibis or not. I can’t imagine you having been gone from here and your pack not coming to your aid. You wouldn’t have needed a bail bondsman. Your pack would have handled the matter personally, as much as they appear to care about you.”

  “They do. As to why he wouldn’t have run earlier, maybe he was trying to get ahold of a friend to help him skip town.”

  “That could be.” She kept going back to the man looking similar enough to Sarandon that he could use Sarandon’s driver’s license and fool everyone. It would have been one thing if the driver’s license picture had been faked, but it hadn’t been. “Back to the eerie way that he resembles you. What if Ritka had a kid with your father? Where would he be? Do you have any idea?”

  “No. And I don’t know why he wouldn’t come to see us instead of doing something like this.”

  “Well, if he was sent to another pack, maybe he never knew who his mother and father were,” Jenna said. “Maybe it was safer for him like that, considering his mother had died and his dad was guilty of murder. This is all speculation, of course. What if somehow he finds out who his real family is—and comes to Silver Town to learn what he can. He brings along a friend from his current pack to bolster him.”

  “What about the theft of my ID?”

  “Maybe like father, like son, at least in his case, because he feels neglected by his real family. Or maybe he’s pissed off that his father had to be put down by the pack. Something like that.”

  “Could be. Then why target me? Why not Darien? He’s the one who had to kill him. Though Leidolf, Lelandi’s brother, wanted the honor because my dad had killed their sister. They’re red wolves, and Leidolf was much smaller than my dad, a big gray. Leidolf was badly injured in the fight, and Darien took over.”

  “Hmm, not sure. Maybe you’re the first and he had plans for the rest, or something happened and he was able to get your ID more easily because you threw it in the trash without cutting it up.”

  “It won’t happen again. I still figure he would have gone after Darien first.” Sarandon motioned to the Silver Town Tavern as they pulled up to it. “Here we are—the local watering spot for our wolves and others far and wide.” Sarandon pulled into the lot where several cars were already parked.

  Jenna sure hoped Sam and Silva would be able to shed new light on the wolf who had visited the tavern and help her catch the real suspect.

  Chapter 6

  “This looks like a popular place. I love the Old West feel of the town,” Jenna told Sarandon, thinking it would be fun to live in a wolf-run town like this.

  “We won’t allow anyone to construct anything that doesn’t fit with the period. Even the brand-new ski hotel is built in Victorian style.” Sarandon left the car.

  “That’s really nice.” Jenna got out of the car and met him on the boardwalk. She took a deep breath, smelled all the delicious steaks grilling, and noticed the deputy’s and sheriff’s cars parked nearby.

  Hand-carved bears stood on either side of the doorway, a wooden covered boardwalk giving the place even more charm. A beautifully carved sign with a gray wolf and a red wolf said this was a Members Only Club. She loved it.

  Across the street was a beautiful Victorian hotel with a white picket fence, and several other shops were located in Victorian-style buildings. If she wasn’t here on business, she’d love to check out the shops.

  Peter and CJ had already headed inside. Jenna hoped they weren’t prepping Silva and Sam on what to say. She couldn
’t help being wary of a pack that would do anything to protect its own. Not that they wouldn’t make pack members pay for their crimes. That had become clear when she’d learned Darien had put Sarandon’s father to death for murder.

  Sarandon opened the door for her, and she entered. When she saw the wooden floors, tables, and chairs, ceiling fans, and long oak bar, Jenna felt like she had slipped back in time. A smoky black mirror covered the wall behind the bar, and a piano sat in one corner of the tavern. Someone dressed in a barbershop quartet outfit was playing tunes on the piano, his straw hat sitting on the top of it.

  Most of the tables were filled with patrons, and everyone looked in their direction, inclining their heads toward them—or rather, toward Sarandon, Jenna suspected. Some raised their frosty mugs of ale. Absolute silence took over, and then murmured conversations started up again.

  One older man said to his companions, “Hell, if a bounty hunter came for me, I would have done just what Sarandon did.” He smiled and winked at Jenna.

  Her cheeks heated. Had Jake told the whole pack what had happened?

  “Wasn’t me,” Sarandon said, smiling down at her and appearing to get a kick out of it. “That’s Mason, our bank president. He gives our wolves the best deals at the bank.”

  Then they saw CJ and Peter standing nearer to the back of the tavern. Peter was showing a man and woman the sketches and mug shot, but as soon as the woman saw Jenna and Sarandon, she broke off from the others and hurried to greet them. She was all smiles.

  “I’m Silva, and so pleased to meet you.” She had sable curls tied up on top of her head, and she was wearing short shorts and high-heeled boots, her red tank top fitting a well-endowed bust. Jenna imagined that if her mate wasn’t the bartender and watching over her, Silva would have received lots of attention from the bachelor wolves in the place.

  Jenna hoped having her meet more of the wolves in the pack wasn’t an attempt to sway her into thinking they saw her as one of them and she’d fit right in.