MY MURDEROUS MATE

BESTIE LOVE

Devyn POV

I finally fall asleep after tossing and turning for hours. I didn’t even bother unpacking since I’ll be going back to the pack house tomorrow even though I hadn’t planned it.  I need to immerse myself into this case to prove that I’m not to be taken for granted. This human really infuriated Delila and she doesn’t usually demand much but she wants to return to the place she knows we have leverage.

I throw on a dress I picked up at the pack mall. The store is owned by a wolf and contracts with high end designers but they brand her items differently so she can sell at a reasonable price. I think it’s odd that a designer would have this practice, but I guess not everyone can or is willing to pay the price of designer dresses. I look in the mirror and admire the quality. It is sleek and form fitting falling right above the knee. The sleeves are shoulder cut and leave much of my arms exposed. I throw on my short heels to complete the look and head to the door.

Entering the building, I see my best friend exiting the elevator with Mitch. I quickly turn the corner to avoid any interaction with him this early in the morning. Having werewolf hearing, I focus on their conversation.

Mitch, “I just need this time away. I appreciate you telling Devyn for me.”

Celest, “Oh Mitch, you deserve the break. I know how much you looked forward to the surprise and how prepared. It’s so unfortunate. I understand. Keep in touch while gone and let me know if you need me to handle anything here while you’re away.”

It then sounds like a friendly exchange of kisses to the cheek. I finish my eavesdropping and head to the conference area where my investigator is awaiting.

Alamand, “Good morning Devyn. Beautiful as ever. When are you going to accept that my wolf drools over you?”

Laughing with a true smile, “Alamand, it is so nice to see you again as well.  You do realize that you the Mrs. wouldn’t appreciate all the drooling over another wolf. So, you better keep your drool to yourself.”

Alamand pulls me into a very tight hug. Before you wonder, no it isn’t workplace harassment. See, he worked for my father for years and is a very close and dear friend. I trust him immensely. He has an attention to detail like no other. If I want to dig up dirt, he’s my go to.

“As much as I like all the compliments, how about we discuss all your initial findings and then let me tell you more about what I need.”

Alamand, “As you wish. Tegan Moss, age 27 of Frostcrest Pack. He is “The” Surgeon for the pack. I mean there are others but apparently, he is the best of the best. He sees both wolves and humans. He chose the field after his parents were killed and excelled in all classes, residency and throughout his career.”

I listen intently. This Tegan Moss sounds too good. “Did you get that from a search engine?”

Laughing Alamand responds, “Yes. More digging reveals that he is single and has not met his mate. He visited several of their alliance packs in search of his up until his 25th birthday. Sources tell me that he was devastated when he did not find her.”

“Oh, lucky she-wolf!” I roll my eyes.

“I’ll continue if you allow.” He pushes his eyebrows up. I move my hands to motion to keep it going.

Alamand, “Dr. Moss lives a modest life but does like his fancy toys. He lives alone with the only visitors being his two best friends and his assistant.” I notice his eyes look up at me.

“Is this one of the little secrets that you are so good at finding?”

Alamand, “Why YES! It seems that the assistant is an unmated female who likes to visit with Dr. Moss. She doesn’t spend the night so I’m assuming it’s just a booty call.”

“Did you just say booty call? Old man, where did you learn such language?” I say appearing shocked at his language. I can see he isn’t as amused as I with the banter.

“Nothing yet from previous suits, if there are any. Records don’t show any have ever been filed against this doctor, but I’ll keep digging. I do have pictures if you want to see. He and the assistant look very pleasant together.

“Alamand, are you trying to be a romantic? Of course, I want to see the pictures. So far, I’ve only saw the professional shots of his hospital photo.”

He slides the file folder over the table to me. I open the file and am met with the first picture being that of his professional shot. Even though I plan to fry this guy, he is very handsome. Delila wants to peek again so I allow and she just purrs. It looks like he is tall, muscular but not too much, blond hair and green eyes. His face has a little stubble that makes him even more attractive. I flip the picture and find the next of his assistant, Monet Primrose. She’s a cute little thing. I bet she was a cheerleader. I roll my eyes.

I move on to the next photo, it is of the Dr. Moss and Ms. Primrose walking down the hallway of the hospital. He seems engulfed in his file while she is flaunting her skimpy dress. Delila again wants to check it out. She huffs at the sight. I laugh because why would she care?

Next, oh that dirty Alamand. He got a photo of Dr. Moss face f*****g Ms. Primrose. At this Delila growls. What the hell? I know we were supposed to be getting the same action last night from Mitch, but we know how that turned out.

“Ok, thank you Alamand for the very enlightening information. I’m not certain how it will play out in court, but it could come in handy if we need to get information from Ms. Primrose. Now, Mrs. Garnets believes her daughter was murdered. She insists that Saliana was not a drug addict, so the overdose had to have been murder. I need you to find out a lot of information on Saliana, her dealings, oh and who was the baby daddy.”

Alamand, “On it. I’ll update as information comes forward.” He then gets up, places a kiss on my cheek and exits the room.

I look at the pictures once again trying to figure out how this information can be important to the case. I’m so engrossed in my thoughts that I almost miss the knock on the door.

Celestial walks in, “Bestie Love – how are you this fine day. And OMG, that dress is A M A Z I N G! Who is the designer, I must go get one?”

Shaking my head, “Some no name. I picked it up at a little shop back home.” I notice after I say this, she scrunches up her nose.

Celestial, “Well, looking at it closer I do notice some areas where you can tell it isn’t designer quality. Why would you buy that anyway? Oh wait, that’s right, you were out of the city.”

I sit there staring at her. I wonder how self-absorbed one can get. Did she literally just compliment me then chastise me all in a matter of a minute?

Celestial, “So tonight I have us reservations at this new restaurant. It is THE PLACE! I know you’re thinking you would have dinner with Mitch but darling, you are nuts. The poor guy is devastated and has to leave town for a week or two to sort out his feelings. I don’t know why you would EVER turn down a proposal from THE MAN of the company. Most women would drop their panties and sign the marriage certificate at the same time. I just don’t get it. But enough about you! I’m ready for a night out so I must go and start preparing. You should tag along and get those nails done. Damn girl! Have you been clawing a tree or something?”

Wow! She put so much into that one sentence that I forgot all that she said. Have I told you that Celestial is just like the rest of the city folk? They only think of themselves and about power.

“Before you go any further, I’m heading back to my hometown tonight. I have a lot of research and business to attend? Raincheck?”

“So, you not only turn down Mitch’s proposal but now you turn ME down. Oh girl, are you not feeling well? Should I call my shrink? She may be able to work you in.”

I toss my head back on the chair. Keeping up with Celestial is tiring and confusing. “No, I’m fine. Mitch and I had a disagreement. I didn’t say the proposal was an absolute no but the answer was no for right now. As far as you, we’ll make up for it when I get back.”

Celestial, “Bestie promise? I will hold you to your word Ms. Holland!”