Hunting Evil

by Carol Lynne

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Hunting Evil

  Published by Resplendence Publishing, LLC 2665 N Atlantic Avenue, #349 Daytona Beach, FL 32118

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  About the Author

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  Hunting Evil

  A Rogue Hunters Story

  By Carol Lynne

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

  Hunting Evil

  Copyright © 2012 Carol Lynne

  Edited by Michele Paulin and CJ Slate

  Cover art by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com Published by Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  2665 N Atlantic Avenue, #349

  Daytona Beach, FL 32118

  Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-613-4

  Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  Electronic Release: December 2012

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

  Chapter One

  “No.” Vince Milano shook his head.

  “Sorry, Vince, but you don’t have a choice. This woman’s supposed to be some kind of expert on Armand. The order came down from the Commissioner.”

  “Is she a cop?”

  “No, a civilian.”

  “What does the San Diego Commissioner know about the case? He watches the local news and assumes it will be safe for a woman to ride along while I hunt this monster? Does he have any idea what this guy does to females?” Vince crossed his arms over his chest and slung his heavy black boots onto his captain’s desk.

  Dave Bently narrowed his eyes at the positioning of Vince’s footwear. With a sigh, Vince put his feet back on the floor.

  “Look, Vince. When your kind became known, most of the cops in the city refused to work with their fellow vampire officers. Shit, some of them had been partners for years, but the second they found out who they were riding with, everything changed. The reason you and every other vamp still have jobs is because of Kade Black and the Bureau of Vampire Affairs. Kade is the one who went to the Commissioner and asked that Ms. Davis help with the case.”

  Vince knew what Kade Black, the vamp in charge of the BVA’s military, had done for his kind. What he didn’t understand was how his captain could think it was a good thing to bring in an outsider. “I’m hot on Armand’s trail. How am I supposed to babysit and track that maniac at the same time?”

  “I told them that, and they assured me they were sending someone who could keep up with you.”

  “Right,” Vince spat.

  “Sorry, but you don’t have a choice.”

  “I always have a choice,” Vince replied and headed for the door.

  His captain’s next words stopped him in his tracks. “They’ll yank you from the case and put you on leave until they either fire your ass or you agree to the ride-along. Who else do you think we have who can catch Armand?”

  Gripping the cold brass doorknob, Vince felt the metal start to give way under his superior strength. Easing up, he looked over his shoulder at Bently. “I’m leaving in twenty. If the chick isn’t in the car, too bad.”

  Walking toward his desk, Vince unlocked his top drawer and removed the well-worn folder that had become his constant companion. He thumbed through the file of pictures that had been his waking nightmare for the past eight months. It never got easier. He was so close to catching the psycho he could taste it. A quick glance at the clock on the yellowing precinct wall told him he’d been lost in the evidence once again. Shit, the woman would show up any minute. Being a vampire wasn’t the only reason he worked nights. He preferred the solitude the dark afforded him, and riding around with some damn woman in tow wasn’t his idea of a good time.

  “Detective Milano? I’m Lauren.”

  Vince turned to study the red-haired beauty in front of him. Nice rack. His mind recognized her outstretched hand and the reality of the situation came into focus. BVA, he thought with a sigh at what may have been.

  “Call me Vince.” He gave the woman a short nod and turned to gather his file. “Ready?” He stood and gestured to the door.

  “Ooh, you’re a charmer. Lovely,” she replied.

  Vince shrugged and led the way to his unmarked car. She didn’t smell right, but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He didn’t need this headache right now. At least, the woman had enough sense to wear jeans instead of a skirt. Speaking of jeans, his were fitting a little tighter in the crotch as he felt his companion’s presence behind him.

  * * * *

  The fact that Milano opened her car door told Lauren more than words could. Although it was a courteous thing to do, it put her in the weaker position, something she didn’t appreciate. Not one bit. She shoved passed him and took control of the door. “I’m perfectly capable of opening a door.”

  Milano took a step back and held up his hand. “Just trying to be a gentleman.”

  “Be a cop. Leave the gentleman shit for date night.” She dropped her bag on the floor and climbed in. There was only one place she wanted to be treated like a woman, and that was in bed. She glanced at Milano as he buckled his seatbelt. Damn. Milano’s body was perfect. His forearms were bigger than her thighs and the bulge in his jeans was impressive.

  Milano cleared his throat, and Lauren realized she was openly staring at his crotch. Without apologizing, she turned to face the front. “Where to first?”

  “Well, since the BVA believes you can crack this case, I thought I’d take you to one of the crime scenes.” Milano started the sedan and pulled out of the lot.

  Lauren had already poured over all the crime scenes, but she kept her mouth shut. It would be interesting to see what Milano had discovered on his own. “Okay,” she agreed.

  They headed toward Locust and Fifth with Milano driving like an old woman. He was wasting her time, she concluded. Why was he taking her to the only location that didn’t fit with Armand’s usual pattern? “So tell me, how did you figure out Armand was the one killing these girls?”

  “I could ask you the same thing,” Milano said without taking his eyes off the road.

  Lauren wasn’t ready to divulge that information. “I’ve been tracking him for a long time.”

  “So have I.” Milano parked in front of the alley where Brandy Huggins’ body had been found.

  “This is it.” Milano got out of the car without looking at her.

  With a sigh, Lauren got out. The section of town wasn’t the safest, so she grabbed her bag at the last moment.

  With his hands shoved in his pockets, Milano stared at the bag and grinned.

  “It’s not a purse.” She settled the mini-backpack on her shoulders.

  “Of course not. That would make you a woman.”

  Lauren’s gaze went to the front of Milano’s pants. “I thought you’d noticed that little fact earlier when your dick went hard, but maybe you prefer dudes.”

  Milano’s dark eyes narrowed. He moved to stand in front of Lauren. “I smelled your wet pussy when we got in the car. I’m a vampire. We react to things like that.”

  Lauren’s sex drive was the only thing about her that she couldn’t control
, and she never made apologies for it. She smirked. “You’ve got a great body. Someone would have to be dead not to notice.” Standing on her tip toes, she tilted her head back and came within an inch of his mouth. “Did you bring me here to seduce me or show me the crime scene?”

  Milano’s nostrils flared, obviously trying to detect whether she was aroused again. “I brought you here to see how much you know about the man we’re tracking.”

  “I know everything about Armand, except where’s he hiding.” Lauren glanced at the grimy alley. “And I know that Brandy Huggins wasn’t murdered here.”

  Milano’s black eyebrows shot up. “Why do you say that?”

  “Because it’s dirty here.” With her hands clasped behind her back, Lauren wandered up and down a short stretch of the alley. “I think she was killed too close to where he’s living, and he didn’t want to draw police attention to his location.”

  “Well, you’re right that she wasn’t killed here, not enough blood at this scene.”

  “So tell me, how did you find out it was Armand?”

  “He’s never tried to hide his identity.” He opened his jacket and withdrew a small plastic bag from his inner pocket. “He leaves these stuffed in various parts of the victims’ bodies.”

  Lauren took the bag and stared at the bloodstained business card. “Armand obviously wanted the media to know he was doing it, so why hold that information back from the press? Do you worry that he continues to kill because you’re pissing him off by holding back?”

  Milano shook his head. “I think the bastard would continue to track these girls down regardless.” He looked at Lauren with suspicion in his eyes. “Don’t you?”

  Lauren shrugged. Armand was trying to get her attention, so, no, she didn’t believe he would have continued, but she didn’t want to give Milano a reason to feel guilty for anything Armand had done. It was unlike her to care so much about a man’s feelings, which made her uneasy. She headed back toward the car. “Where to next?”

  * * * *

  An hour before sunrise, Vince followed Lauren’s directions to her car in the parking lot. He’d purposely followed leads he knew wouldn’t go anywhere in an attempt to keep the woman out of the investigation. “If I get a new lead, I’ll be sure and let the BVA know. In the meantime, there’s no sense wasting your time.”

  Face red and jaw set, Lauren jabbed her finger at Vince’s chest. “Last night was bullshit, and we both know it. I don’t know what kind of stick you’ve got shoved up your ass, but I can make things very difficult for you if you’re not careful.”

  “I will not put a civilian in danger, no matter how much power she believes she wields.” Vince admired the human. Few people stood up to him, and never had a woman tried to challenge him. His attraction to the red-haired beauty grew, threatening his self-control. The smell of her arousal in the closed confines of the car had plagued him all night. There was a spicy scent to her cream that he’d never encountered before, and his desire to taste her juices had occupied most of his thoughts.

  Lauren’s emerald green eyes narrowed. “Your job is to worry about the innocent girls being murdered. I’ll be back at sunset to help you catch the bastard.”

  Before Vince could protest further, Lauren was out of the car and stalking toward her own. His gaze settled on her ass and stayed there until she climbed behind the wheel and tore out of the lot.

  Putting his car in gear, he pulled out with thoughts of getting the she-devil into bed. He wondered if she was as aggressive in the sack as she had been with him a few moments earlier. The thought made his cock swell.

  On his way home, Vince swung by Morgan’s, a sleazy little hole in the wall where he’d always gotten laid or blown for the price of a drink or two.

  Walking into the place, Vince tossed his keys onto the scarred wooden surface of the bar. He didn’t bother sitting down, with any luck, he wouldn’t be there long enough. “Beer,” he told Mac, the bartender.

  “Haven’t seen you in a while.” Mac reached into the cooler and pulled out a Michelob.

  “Been working.” Vince leaned an arm on the bar and glanced around. His gaze zeroed in on a prostitute several stools down with long, badly dyed auburn hair. It wasn’t the same shade as Lauren’s, but, hell, for a quick fuck or something faster like a blowjob, she would do.

  “Forget that one, buddy,” Mac warned. “She’s an undercover cop.”

  When the woman tossed back her hair and laughed, the light hit her face, giving Vince a better look. The woman’s nose was crooked, and she had the slightest space between her two front teeth.

  Who the fuck was he kidding? The bitch looked nothing like Lauren. “Not my type anyway.” Vince tipped up his bottle and gulped it down in one go. He slapped a ten dollar bill on the counter and nodded at the bartender. “See ya around, Mac.”

  Vince left Morgan’s more frustrated than he’d been when he’d gone in. Not only did his dick not get sucked, but he’d come to the realization that Lauren was the only woman he wanted.

  “Shit.”

  * * * *

  Lauren’s phone started to ring as she entered her hotel room. She dropped her bag on the floor and dug the cell out of her pocket. “Hang on a minute.”

  She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the hard, hotel mattress. “What’s up?”

  York, her oldest and dearest friend, was laughing. “Are you indisposed?”

  Lauren rolled her eyes. To York, downtime was for having sex, so of course he assumed she was in the middle of getting laid. She thought about her attraction to Vince and sighed. “I wish. Instead, I’m riding around the streets of San Diego with an asshole more infuriating than you.”

  York laughed harder. “So, you’re attracted to the cop.”

  “Stop it.” She chuckled as she lowered the zipper on her jeans. “Are Drone and Benson with you?”

  “Benson is, but Drone’s in Portugal on a job.”

  Lauren turned on the TV and set it to mute. “And Benson, what’s he up to?”

  “We just finished a case,” York said by way of explanation.

  “In other words, he’s sucking your cock,” Lauren surmised, channel surfing.

  “You got it.” York moaned. “So tell me about your cop?”

  Lauren closed her eyes. She wasn’t ready to discuss Vince with York. “Maybe another time. Right now, I’m so tired I can’t see straight.”

  “Liar, you’re stalling, which worries me. Tell me what’s going on?”

  “No. I’m not talking to you about this, so forget it.” Since the first time York had saved her life, Lauren had rarely told him no, so she held her breath, wondering how he’d react.

  “I won’t let you go without a fight,” York said.

  Lauren rolled to her side and curled into a ball. After her fucked up childhood, she’d learned to cut herself off from her emotions. It was easier to feel nothing than to be betrayed again. York had always accepted what she could give without asking for more, which usually consisted of sex when they were together.

  Their unique relationship had started nine years earlier when she’d taken a contract position with the BVA. Given her combat experience and martial arts training, Lauren had been hired to be a decoy for the Rogue Hunters, an elite arm of the BVA military unit. The job was to help them catch a vampire who’d been kidnapping human women and selling them as sex slaves to overseas clients. The mission had lasted longer than any of them had anticipated, and by the time they’d caught their man, Lauren had formed an unspoken bond with York, Benson, and Drone.

  “Lauren?” York’s voice sounded gruffer than usual.

  “I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.” Lauren decided to be honest. “There’s something about Vince that I can’t put my finger on, but I’m drawn to him, and I hate it.”

  “Hmmm, sounds to me like he’s melting some of that ice you’ve been building up over the years.”

  “Screw you.” Lauren couldn’t help but chuckle. “No one’s melti
ng my shit.”

  “Right.”

  “Tell Benson to get your dick out of his mouth so he can say hi,” she told York.

  “Benson, Lauren says hi and to keep doing what you’re doing,” York replied. “I’ll have him call you later.”

  “Stingy bastard.” Lauren turned off the TV. “Okay, I’m going to sleep now.”

  “You want me to come down there?” York asked.

  “No, not yet. Believe me, I’ll call if I need you.”

  “Be careful.”

  “Always am,” Lauren said before ending the call. She reached over the side of the bed and plugged her phone into the charger before climbing under the covers with her clothes still on. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to stop thinking about Vince and just go to sleep.

  Two hours later, she gave up and jumped in the shower. It was going to be a long day.

  * * * *

  Lauren fastened her seatbelt and studied Vince out of the corner of her eye. When had she started to think of him as a man and not just a cop? Few men made her comfortable enough to call them by their first names, well, except for Armand, but referring to him as Asshole Bastard was beneath her.

  Lauren returned her attention to the road in front of her as Vince pulled out of the lot. They had been out together on three separate occasions, and they were still no closer to tracking Armand. To top it off, she was ashamed of herself for thinking about the six-foot-three vampire all day.

  After two hours of roaming the back streets of the city, Vince seemed to drive down the darkest alleys he could find. What was he trying to do? Scare her? He evidently had no idea what kind of woman he was riding with.

  “You won’t find him here,” she finally said in exasperation.

  One black eyebrow lifted as Vince finally acknowledged someone else was in the car with him. “And you know this how?”

  Lauren shrugged. “Just stands to reason. He rapes and mutilates girls from middle-income families between the ages of fourteen and seventeen.” She looked around the dark street. “It may just be me, but this doesn’t look like a middle-class neighborhood.”