Chapter 17
Leila’s first call was to Gerald, but there was no answer. She left him a message with the number to her cell and asked him to return the call to her phone instead. Peggy was second on her list, but the old bag was rude and short. No, she would not be willing to meet with Leila this afternoon, as it was bingo night. Peggy got to the local catholic church bingo hall a couple hours early to chain smoke and gossip with the other old busybodies around Stillwater before the games began. And that was that. Leila had better luck when she rang up Kacey Jo.
Kacey Jo worked part time at the Cut’ N’ Curl salon in Stillwater and promised to fit Leila in between her evening appointments. It was rumored she could also be found some nights dancing at the Stomping Ground gentleman’s club over in the next town called Sweet Water. Leila didn’t know the girl too well as they often worked alternative shifts and Kacey Jo only worked at the bar part-time. But
Chapter 18 Leila emerged from the Cut’ N’ Curl and ran a hand over her “trim”. Kacey Jo had taken off at least four or five inches and cut it into choppy waves. Not that it looked bad, but Leila was accustomed to long hair that touched the middle of her back. It seemed men liked long hair on a girl to run their fingers through. She wondered what Sterling would think of her new hairdo. When she had first run away from the Blackwood pack, she’d considered trying to change her appearance. Had even dyed her hair for a while. But that was really pointless when your ex could track you by your scent. She still had the nightmares sometimes, even after two years, of what would happen if Ulric found her. His punishment would be severe, and then he would also turn her over to the pack when he was done with her. She would never have the chance to escape again, if she even survived the punishment of the pack in the first
Being in town only a month, Leila didn’t know all that much about Gary Kline. He was closing in on forty-five and had thinning hair he dyed to get rid of the grey peppered in what was left of it. He kept his face shaved and he was surprisingly thin in comparison to most of his bulging belly friends. It was attributed to runs and an occasional trip to the gym as he’d often spouted off at the bar about how his wife made him eat “grass and rabbit food.”He had used to be a fisherman for a living alongside his buddies who drank with him every Friday night. But fishing hadn’t made enough money to appease his wife, Denise who was a stay-at-home mom for their three, rowdy kids So, Gary had taken a job at the steel plant instead. Apparently, an increased salary wasn’t the only perk of the new job.Leila knew even less about Heather Derringer. Nothing in fact, she just hoped Gerald was right about Leila being able to recognize her by
Chapter 20Her stakeout would definitely happen tonight, but right now, Leila’s work here wasn’t done. She returned to her truck and moved it closer to the building now that the lot wasn’t as crowded. She waved to another bar regular she noticed, though she pretended to be on her phone to avoid a conversation with the man. His name had also not been on the list of patrons there that night. It was times like these Leila wished her truck wasn’t a piece of shit as she cracked her windows and fanned herself. Sweat was sliding down into the cracks and crevices of her body and she could feel her bare legs sticking to the seat.Right now, she should have been in the post-coital bliss of fucking Sterling for the first time, perhaps even having a round two. She had been so close to her orgasm, it should have been a crime when the sheriff interrupted, coitus interruptus, that bastard! And Leila hadn’t even been able to properly taste Sterling either
Chapter 21 Heather left Leila with lots of things to think over, but for now she decided her best course of action was go home, feed herself, get some rest, and prepare for her stakeout at the bar tonight. If Gary Kline really had nothing to hide, then he wouldn’t show up at the bar to try and find those fake security tapes. Perhaps her diligence would pay off in other ways too. Maybe Gary would lead her to other clues? It seemed a long stretch, but if the man was spooked enough, guilty of more than just an affair, maybe he would go searching the pond to retrieve a phone for evidence per say?Leila grabbed some takeout on the way, as she was in no mood to mess with cooking, or anything that required much effort tonight. She was already feeling the effects of the mental and physical exhaustion her body had been put through over the last few days. She knew that poor Sterling was experiencing it even worse no doubt, but like hell was she goi
As Leila crept closer towards the building to get better video of Gary Kline trying to pull a B&E into the Stillwater Bar, she had an important decision to make. She could call the cops and rat him out, but that would also drag her ass deeper into this whole mess. That would put her name on another police report, another potential opportunity for Ulric Blackwood to hunt her down.Well, that logic could go fuck itself, because she was already past knee deep in this shit creek. Besides, as soon as she cleared Sterling, she would hit the road. This could be a crucial piece of evidence for Sterling’s defense. Because even if Gary was only guilty of adultery, it sure looked suspicious that he was breaking into the bar alright. It would definitely cast some doubt into a jury’s mind, if things went that far. Make it even harder to prove that Sterling Mount murdered Clyde Morten beyond all shadow of a reasonable doubt.As she watched Gary finally resort to usin
Leila watched from her truck parked across the road, as Sheriff Thorne bungled his way through his half-assed investigation, or more correctly called in some back-up to do most of the leg work. She wasn’t leaving that lot until the police left. She decided to make good use of her time though. Starting by a detailed email to Sterling’s lawyer along with a copy of her video.Next, she decided to have another look at the Facebook page to the bar, as well as any other social media sites connected to the joint. Her tedious, blurry-eyed search was rewarded though, as after a couple hours of staring at a tiny screen, it was clear that Gary Kline was accounted for at the window of Clyde’s murder.His friends surprisingly were an active social media bunch, for middle- aged men, but perhaps that was just because they were extremely intoxicated that night. Photos, short videos, and even some tweets seemed to give Gary an alibi during the time of the murder. One
When Leila emerged from the bathroom, heading to raid her laundry basket, she expected to see Zenia sprawled unladylike in her kitchen chair the way she’d left her. But Leila stopped short when someone very different and most unexpected grinned at her from the kitchen. Sterling stood in the doorway, with a shy smile, one hand in his Levi pocket, and the other clutching a bouquet of flowers. It took her a moment to recover her senses and realize this was in fact real life and not the start of the best erotic dream ever. She was dressed the part in nothing but a towel, and so was he in hip hugging jeans accentuating his glorious backside, and a plaid shirt that was unbuttoned a generous amount down his chiseled chest. She blinked a few times to make sure he was still standing there.“I’m sorry to show up here unannounced like this, but I just had to see you, Leila. I hope I’m not being too forward. I can go if you want. I just wanted to make sure y
Sterling’s nimble fingers danced up Leila’s inner thighs causing her body to shiver. She swallowed thickly as the anticipation of his touch on her throbbing bud was nearly too much to bear. But the sexy bar owner hadn’t been joking when he’d said he had no problems taking things slow. He smiled up at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes, before he lowered his head to replace his fingers with his mouth. The softness of his kisses against her creamy thighs stole the breath from her lungs. His touch was so soft, his lips so featherlight, goosebumps adorned her skin in his wake. Despite the heat in the room, the fire in his eyes, Leila found herself quivering atop the table.His hot tongue glided a line gently up her inner legs, getting ever so close to the cusp of her moist slit. His thumbs traced idle circles on the outside of her thighs. The combination of which, the damp heat of his tongue, and the firmer pressure of his fingertips, was nearly enou
Sterling stood tall and awaited his fate without flinching. The picture of surrender and compliance. This was a fight he knew he wouldn’t win, and there was more than one way to fight, to win. He had faith that the truth would come out at his trial and he would be found innocent. Leila tried to keep that faith too and wondered, if he stood strong and proud while facing down the law, for her benefit as much as his. To reassure those he held near and dear in the bar that night that true justice would prevail in the end.But Sheriff Thorne had a wicked glint in his eye, one that unsettled Leila and spoke of violence. One she knew all too well. He postured like a man with a small grasp of power in his hands, one who craved more, and was willing to get it at any means necessary. Men like Thorne were a plague to society, tale as old as time, and would be its ultimate downfall. Leila had known many of his kind among the wolves in the Blackwood Pack.“Sterling Mount, you are under arrest for
Leila should have been stunned, but she had heard versions of this before. The Sheriff had made claims that she’d been sleeping around with several men at the bar. But she was curious to hear this latest gossip on how Clyde’s death was her fault. Had Peggy fed this line to the Sheriff or had it been the other way around? Thorne had been insinuating Sterling had killed Clyde in a jealous rage because of Leila.Leila chuckled, “Let me hear it then Peggy. Go on. This town calling me a slut is nothing new because I don’t wear a wedding ring and don’t go to church, which neither do you come to think of it…But tell me why I’m the reason Clyde is dead?”The look on the shrew’s face was worth it alone. Peggy was insecure and jealous of Leila, and was probably the one who had spearheaded the smear campaign against the pretty young newcomer since Leila moved to Stillwater. Leila had never been overly flirty with anyone in the bar, except for Sterling, and had staved off all unwanted advances fr
Leila arrived early for her five p.m. shift at the bar the next evening to see if an extra pair of hands was needed to help get the bar up in running. But she soon saw that Ster had everything in tip-top shape, the window Gary Kline had busted was replaced, the food prep done for the night ahead, the place shiny clean, and even the band’s equipment was in tune for their eight p.m. set.She still tried to make herself useful. Her boss grinned at her from behind the bar with a dazzling smile and came to meet her halfway when she walked in. But Sterling let Leila control how far they were willing to take this, especially with an audience present. Amos Fox was visible through the kitchen window as he readied for the dinner service. Leila didn’t know the fifty-something man well, but he always talked about his wife Glory. They’d been married longer than Leila had been alive and it was a long running joke around the bar that Glory couldn’t cook a lick and burned water.Amos was a loving but
It wasn’t the warm, welcomed summer rain that sent Leila and Sterling indoors, as they lay naked and entangled in one another by the smoke of the dying out fire. Their passion for each other was not cooled by the rain or dampered by the smoke that curled around their still heaving bodies like the ivy that snaked up the side of Ster’s cottage. If anything, both Leila and her wolf were ready for round two, in fact she stole a kiss from his plump lips, and deepened the kiss when her tongue plunged into his mouth. He rose up to meet her kiss and the ferocity of her tongue stroke for stroke. One glance down between his muscled thighs told Leila all she needed to know. She threw a leg over his hip and made to straddle him. It wasn’t even the clash of thunder that parted the lovers, but rather the streaks of lightening reaching out across the inky sky. It touched down far too close to the ground for comfort. Thanks to her wolfblood, taking a lightening strike would likely only stun her, but
After the young lovers roamed the places on each other once forbidden, the moon was high and bright in the sky, and Leila dizzy from his kisses, Sterling wet his lips as his fingers stilled at the hem of her dress. A question danced in his bright cerulean eyes. He waited for Leila to control where they took this new and beautiful thing forming between them. He was so careful not to press his weight down on her. So far, his touches and kisses had been almost chaste. But Leila wasn’t sure she wanted him to remain a gentleman tonight.The wolf inside her longed for him to tear her dress to shreds and devour her. Her human side wanted all the promises making love entailed, emotions and feelings which had been denied her since she gave her body to the first boy she’d loved. Since Miles, the times her body had been taken, and the times she’d shared it willingly had met a carnal need, but never anything beyond those basic primal urges. Tonight, she wanted to feel it all. Something that trans
Leila was surprised how easy it was to carry on a conversation with her boss without Zen around to fill lingering silences or nudge the lovebirds into the right direction. Of course, now the man was so much more than just her boss to her. Looking back though, she realized Sterling Mount had always been more to her from the start. A friend when she needed it starting over in a new town with little money and no prospects. Never pressuring her like the others before him did and expecting her to sleep with him to show her gratitude Those friends had come with conditions. But the handsome bar owner had never expected anything in return for his good deeds of finding her housing and giving her a job. He was a good man and those were hard to find.They continued on with their flirty banter throughout their first course, and some of that nervousness dissipated like the ashes in the wind from the fire. Leila knew Sterling was also feeling more at ease and enjoying himself, if not for the smile
Zenia dropped Leila off at her apartment with the explicit instructions to take the rest of the night off from sleuthing and focus on her date to come with Sterling. But that was easier said than done as thoughts of this mystery woman kept intruding in her head as Leila got ready for her date. Was this scorned woman the key to solving this case? The smoking gun they so desperately needed to save the man she loved from being accused of a crime he didn’t commit? Or would this motel hook up prove to be just another dead end or red herring?Leila replayed it all in her head as she showered, hoping to pick apart any clue she might have missed. It would be hard to locate this woman when they had so little to go on about her. Hopefully, they would learn more when Spencer contacted them about whatever data he was able to recover from the dead man’s phone. As Leila scrubbed herself pink, took a razor to every inch of her body, then doused herself in scented oils like she was christening hersel
Leila and Zenia scoured the lot looking for guests, especially ones that looked like tenants. A man in a dark hoodie in the mid-July sun didn’t stop to even acknowledge them, which was probably for the best. He made a beeline across the cracked asphalt and disappeared into a room. It was likely he was about to take a hit of whatever he’d just scored. The sores Leila had seen on his face held credence to her theory. Meth and Heroin were the drugs of choice in these parts. Leila wasn’t as sensitive to the hot or cold since being turned, but even she began to feel like an egg frying on the pavement after twenty minutes of loitering around the rundown motel. She swatted at a mosquito and then it’s entire family it’d brought along to feast on her. Zen’s mood was deteriorating just as rapidly, especially when she stumbled on a pothole and about twisted her ankle. “Fuck this. I don’t want to catch hepatitis around here. I think this is a waste of time girl. Most of these people are asleep a
“Well fuck,” muttered Zen, “but I can work with this.” “Good luck. Looks like a tough crowd. I’m guessing you didn’t need to bring the girls to the party after all,” grinned Leila. Both women shared a look before they walked deeper in the lobby with dingy, linoleum floors, dim lighting, and the smell of unchanged cat litter permeated the air. At least Leila thought the obnoxious odor was from cats, but there was the possibility it was human waste in nature drifting from the bathroom with an Employee’s only sign on the door. Some past its prime potpourri was in a glass bowl on the counter near a small display of local town attractions, which held about three brochures in total, boasting an outlet store, a pizza joint with a nineteen-fifties theme, and a bowling alley. Dust mites flitted through the air in the breeze from the open door, and possibly some cat fur, giving Leila more credence to her belief of a feline also living on the property. The clerk gave an irritated glance in the