Werewolves of London (Paranormal Mates Society 3)

Werewolves of London (Paranormal Mates Society)
Isabella Jordan
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Copyright ©2006 Isabella Jordan

Scrambling out of her chair, Grace grabbed her purse from the floor at her feet. Fishing out her cell phone, she redialed the number of the geek who'd called her with the IP address. When he answered, Grace was direct.

"Who did Francesca Woods receive e-mail from? Were there any from the domain paranormalmatessociety.com?"

The British male voice on the other end of the line was scratchy from sleep.

"Who the hell is this?"

"Grace Shaw," Grace spoke impatiently. "You called me earlier with the IP address on the Francesca Woods case."

"It's four o'clock in the bloody fucking morning," the man mumbled.

"Yes, and I still have a fellow agent's murderer to find. A British agent."

More mumbled obscenities. But the sounds on his end of the line told Grace that he rose from wherever he was sleeping. He yawned twice loudly into her ear, almost cloaking the sound of shuffling papers. She moved back to the desk while he searched, ready with pen and paper for anything he might tell her.

"Do you have anything?" Grace wanted him to hurry up.

An impatient sigh. "What was the domain again?"

"Paranormalmatessociety.com."

More shuffling.

"I have something from the deleted files." The man's tone lost a bit of its annoyance. "Rawmeatlover1969@paranormalmatessociety.com. There were three e-mails from that address."

Raw meat lover? Cute.

"Any chance of getting copies of those e-mails?" Grace wanted to know.

"Perhaps. Tomorrow."

"Can you track that person's IP address?"

"I'll try."

"Thank you. I'm sorry to have awakened you." Grace meant it.

The man mumbled something, but Grace hung up without really listening, excited about the new information. Her eyes scanned the e-mail address she'd hastily scribbled on the small legal pad. rawmeatlover1969@paranormalmatessociety.com.

Intuition had always served Grace well. She just knew her raw meat lover was Carter Annis.

Grace meant to find out for sure. She'd become a member of this site, express an interest in this person and go from there. If it was Carter Annis, it then became a matter of getting the goods on him. Grace was a good profiler, so that part shouldn't be difficult. Then she'd submit a full report to the Agency. Done deal.

The Agency hadn't said what action it would take when the killer was revealed and Grace was really curious about what they would do. Other Agency members had been killed before in the line of duty, but they were usually young members, or foolish ones. Francesca Woods wasn't the type to make mistakes or to break with Agency policy. Aside from that, she was a high profile member, well respected, and as close to the inner circle of elders as an agent could get.

The sheer brutality of her murder, in Grace's opinion, should warrant some action. Poor Francesca had been torn mercilessly apart.

Time to get to work. Grace plopped back down in the chair at the computer and began to read the site's content, membership information. She selected the Heavenly Membership, which gave her full access and privileges for three months. Grace planned to nail this asshole well within that time frame.

Hastily, Grace filled out the member profile, using the assumed surname Cho. The species question did make her pause. It was known by only a few in the Agency that Grace herself was a paranormal, one of just ten paranormal agents ever, in fact. Grace had always guessed it was why the Agency took her in as an infant. They'd probably identified her parents as paranormals and knew the family's species.

Who better to give a perspective on paranormals than one of their own?

Still, to actually commit to that anywhere in writing…

Grace took a deep breath and began to fill out the online form.

Okay, snow leopard for species. Female. Age, height, weight. Blah, blah, blah.

Grace selected long term relationship even though Carter was not known for the longevity of his love affairs. She'd profiled a hundred guys like him. They were all the same. All of them seeking something they couldn't find but wanting that one special person to spend their lives with. Oh, yeah. He'd be looking for the long term.

Had no litter, but wanted litter. Blah, blah, blah.

When she got to the paranormal categories, Grace snickered at the choices. Well, she'd definitely fit into Wild Thang, I think I love you for Werewolves, hairy critters and more. And a username? Crap.

Then an idea came to her. Purrrfectwoman. As in the purrrfect woman to nail your werewolf ass. When the form indicated the username was taken, Grace tacked on 616 for her birthday. Purrrfectwoman616.

Grace finished by typing in her profile, painting herself as a fun-loving kitty that was looking for a good time and possibly more.

That should do it. Now to look for her raw meat lover.

She found him in no time, floored when she saw the photo of an incredibly handsome man with dark hair, dark eyes and a face she'd seen before.

Carter Annis. This is too easy.

Grace read his profile slowly.

Alpha Male seeks shifter's delight.

Six-foot-four, dark and sometimes hairy, seeks mate for serious relationship only. Must love hitting a field or two for a moonlight run -- Steak Tar-Tar and a good back scratch. I love children and hope to someday have a whole litter.

I'm open to an inter-shifter partnership -- love a lady with junk in the trunk, but it isn't necessary. I foresee finding the woman of my dreams here and I won't leave disappointed. No players, control freaks, one-night stands or social climbers need apply. If the only game you like to play is Charades, I'm the guy for you -- e-mail me and I promise you, you'll have a howling good time.

Interesting. Particularly the part about foreseeing that he'd find the woman of his dreams at this site. Grace didn't know how that would turn out. She was definitely not the woman of his dreams.

No, she was the woman who would prove he'd killed Francesca Woods.

Grace clicked on the e-mail me icon on his profile and began typing her message.