Chapter Twelve
Viper paused near the low wall. His cat was hissing at him that something was wrong. There were almost two dozen cars parked in the parking lot tonight. He stood in the shadows of one of the trees scanning the area.
A slight movement and the flare of a flame caught his attention. Two men stood near a dark transport. It was parked off to the side near the road. The engine was running, but the lights were off.
“How f*****g long does it take to kill someone?” one of the men grumbled.
The other man shrugged and inhaled on the thin stick he was holding between his fingers. Viper’s cat drew back against the irritating scent. His eyes jerked to the back door of The White Pearl.
Mate danger! his cat snarled, raking his insides.
Viper soothed his cat. He needed to keep his head
