For Your Paws Only (Supernatural Enforcers Agency #2) by E A Price Page B

that out in the course of his investigation. Which we should leave him to get on with.”
    “But…”
    “No buts!” the Director told him firmly. “Cutter has already told us that neither victim contacted him recently. There is no evidence to suggest that he is lying about this.”
    “No, I damn well am not lying,” snarled Cutter as his wolf roared.
    The Director’s eyes flashed, warning him to be quiet. “Diaz is looking into the connection between these two murders, and he is also coordinating a search for Sadie Beauchamp, in case she is in danger. And while I insist that Cutter is not right to lead the investigation into either of these murders, Diaz may wish to consult with him over it. Given that Cutter still has his own active case, I believe suspending him would be a waste of time.”
    Harvey’s jaw ticked as he mulled over the Director’s words, and his tone was more subdued than before. “Perhaps in my capacity as an II agent I should look over the evidence Diaz has compiled and make that decision for myself.”
    The Director gave him a chilly smile. “No, you do not have jurisdiction to do so. According to SEA regulations, you are not permitted to peruse active evidence unless there are substantiated suspicions of wrongdoing by a SEA agent.”
    Harvey gave the Director a look of pure hot loathing; a look that could melt a glacier and one that was usually reserved for Cutter. “I could take this directly to my boss,” he threatened, mildly.
    The snake shifter let out a put-on sigh. “Then why don’t you do so, Harv, instead of wasting my time?”
    Harvey looked at him hesitantly but ultimately backed down under the snake shifter’s unrelenting stare. “But if evidence were found of wrongdoing on Cutter’s part…”
    “There won’t be!” spat Cutter. The fucker was accusing him of being involved with two murders! How dare he!
    “Then naturally he would be suspended and Internal Investigations would be privy to the case,” replied the Director evenly.
    Harvey looked like he wanted to argue the point further, but the Director started making noises about being busy and threw in a couple of pointed comments that Harvey also had work to do.
    The wolf shifter huffed and puffed until eventually he threw out the word ‘fine’ with all the grace of a three-year-old who had been told that they couldn’t have ice-cream until they ate all their broccoli. He stomped out the door only stopping to throw Cutter a contemptuous look.
    After he was gone, the Director trained a cold, searching look at Cutter. “Do you have any idea what brought Clayton to Los Lobos? Or whether his murder is linked to the death of Marie Beauchamp?”
    Cutter’s wolf started to growl. Hadn’t they already been through this already? But Cutter quelled him. The Director at least was giving him the benefit of the doubt, not something he would get from many other agents.
    “I have no idea what Clayton was doing,” he admitted, sadly thinking of his late friend. “We didn’t talk much. But, if I had to guess, I would say he was investigating his old unsolved cases. He didn’t let things go very easily, and given that he had so much free time…”
    “I thought the Maroni case was solved. Nicolas Maroni is in prison.”
    “He is, but we never caught Maroni’s mole. He had someone within the SEA on the take and we never found out who.”
    Someone who had caused the death of over dozen SEA agents. Someone who thought that their lives were worth less than a few kickbacks from Maroni. The thought of it made Cutter sick and madder than holy hell at the same time. Three years hadn’t dimmed his rage over the matter. Cutter had come out the other side of the case battered and beaten, but his pain was nothing compared to witnessing the suffering the mole’s actions had caused over a dozen families. He pushed his claws into the palms of his hands to try and maintain a modicum of control.
    “Yes I heard about that,” said the