Rance knelt behind the giant oak, watching as Deputy Lainie Everest slid out of her patrol car. He would not allow some small-town deputy to steal his case, regardless of how his wolf panted after her back at the crime scene. Now was not the time for animal lust to distract him, especially when he knew what that lust meant. Not good timing on his wolf’s part. Roger O’Brien was his; Roger’s phone was his. Rance needed the video on that phone to put that punk, Duster, and four of his friends behind bars for shooting at some rival gang member in public and killing the father and his son in the process. Gang violence in Pensacola was out of control, contributing to almost eighty percent of the criminal activity in the county. Rance’s office was determined to do everything within its power to p
