Hunting Moon (Decorah Security Series, Book #11): A Paranormal Romantic Suspense Novel by REBECCA YORK Page A

want to say that Tory had figured out how to keep from taking her morning dose of drugs.
    He settled for, “We’re still adjusting her medication.”
    “Give her more.”
    “That could fry her brain.”
    “I don’t give a flying fuck about her brain. I’m paying you good money to get the information I want.”
    “I appreciate that, but we need her coherent enough to talk.”
    “Yes, okay.”
    Should he ask why Freemont thought Tory had known Denato longer than a couple of weeks? Maybe he shouldn’t challenge the man on that. Or had Tory been lying about her association with Denato?
    The caller hung up abruptly, and Raymond breathed out a sigh of relief. At least he hadn’t had to tell any more lies. But he knew the man was antsy, and he knew he needed results. He couldn’t fake them the way he’d sometimes done at the institutions where he worked. Freemont wanted specific information, and Raymond had said he could provide it.
    A shudder went through him. And what would happen to him if he couldn’t deliver? He’d been so sure of himself when he’d suggested this project. Now he was wondering if he’d better be prepared to disappear.
    Fuck! This was all Tory Robinson’s fault. He’d thought an airhead dancer would be easy prey. Too bad she had grit and cunning. And too bad he was going to have to destroy her.
    Before he could launch himself into action mode, a knock at the door startled him.
    “Come in?”
    It was Costa again. “Do I have authorization to bring in more surveillance equipment?”
    “Of course,” Raymond answered. “I was intending to tell you to do it.”
    “We need to go over the options and the costs.”
    “Aren’t there standard options?”
    “Yes, but there are still choices.”
    Raymond sighed, anxious to stop wasting time and get back to his prime target. But he forced himself to sound interested as he said, “Okay. Tell me what you want to get.”
    oOo
    Tory glanced toward the door. She and June were still sitting in the chairs they’d occupied during the therapy session, but everyone else had left. The other patients had seemed grateful for the break. The only one out of sorts was Dr. Son of a Bitch, probably because he knew he was losing valuable time.
    June was leaning back, her head tilted to the side. Tory glanced at the door, then leaned toward the other woman.
    “What does Dr. Raymond want to find out from me?”
    June gave her a conspiratorial look. “That’s a secret.”
    “But you must know.”
    “I’m not supposed to tell you anything.” She grinned at Tory. “Was Denato good in bed?”
    “I have to idea.”
    “Of course you do. You were sleeping with him.”
    “No.”
    The other woman giggled. “Suit yourself.”
    Tory pressed fingers to her forehead, fighting frustration. Maybe if June wouldn’t reveal the primary mission, she could still spill some information.
    “Are you really a patient here?” she asked the other woman, waiting with her breath frozen in her lungs for an answer.
    “No,” June said, sounding a little confused.
    “What are you doing here, then?”
    “I work here.”
    Triumph coursed through Tory. That was the answer she’d expected, but she hadn’t thought she was going to hear it.
    “Where did Dr. . . . Raymond find you?”
    June’s eyes blinked open and stared around the room. “You’re not supposed to be asking me questions.”
    “But we’re friends.”
    “Friends,” the other woman repeated, sounding like she wasn’t sure.
    “Where did Raymond find you?” Tory pressed.
    “Talent agency.”
    Tory was about to ask another question when June sat up straighter, her eyes widening. “Do you see that?” she asked in a quavery voice.
    “See what?”
    June pointed toward the window. “Big animals out there. I hope they can’t come in.”
    Tory followed her gaze but saw nothing.
    “What animals?”
    “A dinosaur, I think.”
    Oh man , Tory thought.
    “And there’s a flock of . . . eagles.”
    “They can’t