advice, file a claim with your insurance company and move on.”
If only she could, but no amount of money could replace her maker’s records. The information in the documents could bankrupt him, give him a bad reputation around the globe and cause anguish to those he created as well as to all the ancestors of the lives he took. Although her maker was not a kind man by any means, she didn’t want him to go through such an ordeal. He was, after all, the one who gave her immortality. If word got out she were the reason for his loss of assets and smearing of his name, she’d have to go into hiding. Without a doubt, he’d search for her and if he found her he’d probably bring a quick end to her time on earth.
“I need to get my safe back. Somehow, I have to get it.” And soon. Not only did she need to reclaim the items from her maker, she needed to protect her client’s assets and accounts. If she called them all and notified them of her loss, she’d look like a major fool. They’d probably terminate her and ruin her name. No, she didn’t want to risk damaging her career if she could get her safe back.
“I might be able to help if you file a report with the police,” Greg said. “I can act as your attorney and press them to investigate the moving company quickly.”
She slowly paced in the room while she considered Greg’s proposal. His continuous offer of assistance boggled her mind. He had to want something from her. Men always did, and they never offered help for free. From the memory in the bathroom, she guessed what he’d want. Damn, she hated having to use her body, but she needed her safe returned as quickly as possible.
“I bet it was the movers,” Corey said, and she stopped. He moved closer to the bookshelves and looked down at the big empty space. “And they are probably professionals. No ordinary thieves could lift a big safe. Not to mention, that hole in the glass looked clean cut.” He twisted to face Alexi. “Unless someone who you’ve pissed off knows you live here, the odds are ninety-nine to one the movers took your safe.”
All eyes turned to her. “My clients never know where I live. The only person who knows is my best friend, Cassandra, and I know for a fact she would never tell anyone.”
“Any of your clients angry boyfriends?” Phillip asked.
“No, I don’t have any…” She paused and looked at Greg. She’d almost said she never had a boyfriend. Men had used her to get what they wanted or when she needed help, and that was the extent of her relationships with the opposite sex. “None of them are or were boyfriends. I have a strictly business relationship with my clients.”
“Sounds like an easy case, counselor.”
Greg faced Alexi and smiled. “It’s up to you.”
Alexi glanced at Phillip, the neighbor she hardly knew. She considered asking for his help and not filing a report. The two of them together could find her safe faster and if they had to fight a few werewolves, well, the fight wouldn’t last long. On the downside, if she requested his help, the vampire would undoubtedly want something in return and paying a debt to a vampire was far worse than owing any other creature. Immortality had a way of giving vamps the upper hand when they wanted something.
“If you don’t need me, then my job is done here. I have business to attend to,” Phillip said.
Alexi chewed on her lip, trying to decide what to do. Ask Phillip for help or Greg? Owe a vampire, or a werewolf?
“Thank you, Phillip,” she said, although she wasn’t quite sure why she was thanking him.
“No need to show me out. I can find the way.” He walked past her and left without a pause, taking his cold aura with him.
She twisted to face the blue-eyed werewolf. “Do you really believe the police can help?”
“I’ll make sure they find your safe and the thieves get punished, either in a court of law or by the pack.”
Greg’s firm voice gave her confidence she’d made the right
If only she could, but no amount of money could replace her maker’s records. The information in the documents could bankrupt him, give him a bad reputation around the globe and cause anguish to those he created as well as to all the ancestors of the lives he took. Although her maker was not a kind man by any means, she didn’t want him to go through such an ordeal. He was, after all, the one who gave her immortality. If word got out she were the reason for his loss of assets and smearing of his name, she’d have to go into hiding. Without a doubt, he’d search for her and if he found her he’d probably bring a quick end to her time on earth.
“I need to get my safe back. Somehow, I have to get it.” And soon. Not only did she need to reclaim the items from her maker, she needed to protect her client’s assets and accounts. If she called them all and notified them of her loss, she’d look like a major fool. They’d probably terminate her and ruin her name. No, she didn’t want to risk damaging her career if she could get her safe back.
“I might be able to help if you file a report with the police,” Greg said. “I can act as your attorney and press them to investigate the moving company quickly.”
She slowly paced in the room while she considered Greg’s proposal. His continuous offer of assistance boggled her mind. He had to want something from her. Men always did, and they never offered help for free. From the memory in the bathroom, she guessed what he’d want. Damn, she hated having to use her body, but she needed her safe returned as quickly as possible.
“I bet it was the movers,” Corey said, and she stopped. He moved closer to the bookshelves and looked down at the big empty space. “And they are probably professionals. No ordinary thieves could lift a big safe. Not to mention, that hole in the glass looked clean cut.” He twisted to face Alexi. “Unless someone who you’ve pissed off knows you live here, the odds are ninety-nine to one the movers took your safe.”
All eyes turned to her. “My clients never know where I live. The only person who knows is my best friend, Cassandra, and I know for a fact she would never tell anyone.”
“Any of your clients angry boyfriends?” Phillip asked.
“No, I don’t have any…” She paused and looked at Greg. She’d almost said she never had a boyfriend. Men had used her to get what they wanted or when she needed help, and that was the extent of her relationships with the opposite sex. “None of them are or were boyfriends. I have a strictly business relationship with my clients.”
“Sounds like an easy case, counselor.”
Greg faced Alexi and smiled. “It’s up to you.”
Alexi glanced at Phillip, the neighbor she hardly knew. She considered asking for his help and not filing a report. The two of them together could find her safe faster and if they had to fight a few werewolves, well, the fight wouldn’t last long. On the downside, if she requested his help, the vampire would undoubtedly want something in return and paying a debt to a vampire was far worse than owing any other creature. Immortality had a way of giving vamps the upper hand when they wanted something.
“If you don’t need me, then my job is done here. I have business to attend to,” Phillip said.
Alexi chewed on her lip, trying to decide what to do. Ask Phillip for help or Greg? Owe a vampire, or a werewolf?
“Thank you, Phillip,” she said, although she wasn’t quite sure why she was thanking him.
“No need to show me out. I can find the way.” He walked past her and left without a pause, taking his cold aura with him.
She twisted to face the blue-eyed werewolf. “Do you really believe the police can help?”
“I’ll make sure they find your safe and the thieves get punished, either in a court of law or by the pack.”
Greg’s firm voice gave her confidence she’d made the right
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