Jaguar Fever hotj-2

by Terry Spear

  “You wouldn’t be able to locate her while she’s riding in Thompson’s truck,” David said.

  Wade knew that. He just hated feeling that the situation was so out of his control. They heard sirens, and David headed in that direction.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Anywhere. We haven’t had word, and until we do, I have no idea where to drive to.”

  Wade watched for signs of emergency lights and finally saw the flashing, colorful lights partially hidden by a tall glass building. “Fire truck, police cars. Virtually no traffic down here.”

  When they drew close, Wade took in the sight of the crumpled truck, wolves painted on the side. Thompson’s truck? Wade’s heart thundered in his ears. David had barely slowed down to see what was going on before Wade was opening the car door.

  “Christ, Wade, let me stop before you kill yourself.” David jerked the car to the curb and let Wade out as a policeman hurried toward them to tell them to stay away from the scene of the accident.

  “I know the driver and the woman who was with him, Thompson and Maya Anderson,” Wade said to the policeman, trying to draw closer. “What’s happened? Where are they?”

  “Mr. Thompson suffered a head injury in the collision. It looks like another vehicle hit him, slamming his truck into the light pole, and then took off. There wasn’t any sign of a… woman.”

  “Let me talk to him,” Wade said, trying to get past the policeman, attempting not to growl too much. He really had to speak with Thompson.

  “Sir,” the policeman said.

  “She’s my fiancée, damn it!”

  David had parked the car farther away and was running in Wade’s direction.

  The policeman cleared his throat. “You know this man well?”

  “Thompson? Yeah, he’s from the Oregon Zoo, searching for a missing jaguar. We’ve been trying to help him track it down.”

  “And your… fiancée was with him because…?”

  Wade glowered at the officer. “He was taking her home.”

  “Sounds like police business to me.” The officer waved for someone else to talk to them.

  Wade glanced at the waiting ambulance as emergency personnel were strapping Thompson on a gurney before they loaded it into the ambulance. “I need to see Thompson.”

  “I’m Detective Oberton,” the man said, then dismissed the other policeman. “I overheard you say you know the driver.”

  Wade quickly gave him the same spiel as he had the other officer. “I need to speak with Thompson. My fiancée was with him. Where is she now? If the man who forced Thompson off the street did it to kidnap my fiancée…”

  The detective let out his breath and glanced in the direction of two officers who were checking out Wade’s rental car. The men shook their heads, and one of them motioned that it was all clear.

  Wade frowned at the policemen and then at the detective. He folded his arms. “I didn’t have anything to do with crashing Thompson’s truck into the pole.”

  “It appears you didn’t.” The detective continued to jot down notes on his notepad, then looked up at Wade. “Mr. Thompson has a concussion. He’s incoherent, slurring his words, mentioning something about jaguars and Maya. I’m sure if he’s looking for the missing jaguar from his zoo, he’s confused about that and jumbling it together with talk about your fiancée.”

  “So let me talk to him.”

  “For just a second. They need to get him to the hospital.”

  The detective walked with Wade to the ambulance, though Wade was ready to push him aside and sprint for it. He also needed to check out Thompson’s truck.

  “Thompson.” Wade reached out to grasp the zoo man’s cold hand. He squeezed it reassuringly.

  Thompson’s eyes looked like glassy blue lakes. He stared at Wade without comprehension.

  “Was it that blond guy… you know, Lion Mane, who took Maya? Did he say where he was taking her? Thompson?”

  Thompson’s lips parted, but he didn’t make a sound. Frowning a little, he looked confused.

  “Thompson, tell me. Did he take her?”

  “Mr. Patterson,” the detective said, “he’s just too injured to respond. Let them take him to the hospital. You can see him there.”

  “Thompson, did… he… take… her?”

  Thompson shut his eyes.

  Hell. “Okay, we’ll check on you at the hospital in a little while. Hold on, buddy.” For the first time since he’d met the man, Wade noticed that Thompson wore a wedding ring. “I’ll get in touch with your family.”

  As the ambulance took Thompson to the hospital, Wade began to walk toward the truck, taking deep breaths and trying to smell Lion Mane’s scent.

  “You can’t get close to the truck. It’s a crime scene,” the detective said.

  “I’m not going to touch anything.”

  David was walking with him but stopped in his tracks to let Wade try and persuade the detective to let him get closer.

  “The thing of it is…” the detective said, stopping Wade, “the situation’s a little complicated.”

  Wade frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, you think Mr. Thompson is a friend of yours and Maya’s, but maybe something else was going on… more than you might think.”

  Wade stared at the man, believing he was trying to tell him something without really coming out and saying it. Wade looked back at the truck and tried to imagine why the detective was so antsy about him getting close to the vehicle. What would be inside that would concern him?

  Her clothes. Damn it to hell. She couldn’t have shifted. Not in front of Thompson.

  He turned to face the detective. The officer thought Thompson and Maya were getting it on when Thompson was already married and Maya was Wade’s fiancée? Not that she was, but close enough.

  “She had a change of clothes. She lives with her brother at Anderson Garden Nursery, and he doesn’t like it when she goes to a club dressed in something kind of scandalous. Since I bought it for her, she wore it. She would have changed into jeans and a T-shirt before she arrived home. Were you worried about the dress she left behind?” He imagined she left more than that—panties and a bra, and how could he easily account for that?

  “We did wonder.” The detective’s face turned a shade of mottled red, and he cleared his throat.

  Wade was certain that the detective had probably seen everything anyone could imagine, but not a woman shifting into a jaguar. He was afraid one human had seen something he should never have. How they were to resolve that mess, he didn’t know.

  “Do you have a picture of the lady?” the detective asked, not sounding convinced after hearing Wade’s explanation.

  “Yeah. Hold on.” Wade searched for the one he’d taken on his phone at the club when he first met her and she was wearing the T-shirt minidress, smiling, beautiful. “Here it is. That was taken just a week ago at the club.”

  The detective had Wade email him the picture. “And we can reach you where?”

  Wade gave his information and Maya’s home address where they’d be staying, although they were sticking around Houston while they tried to locate Maya. He also gave the detective her brother’s contact information.

  “Who was this… Lion Mane… character?” the detective asked.

  “A man she danced with at the Jungle Cat Fever Club. He was interested in her. She didn’t return the interest.”

  “I see.” The detective didn’t sound like he believed Wade. That maybe the lady had changed her mind. After all, if she was supposed to be Wade’s fiancée, why was she dancing with other men? “You don’t know what his real name was?”

  “No. That was his club name.” Wade wasn’t about to give the detective Lion Mane’s real name. Wade had to take care of this shifter to shifter.

  “If anyone contacts you concerning Maya, here’s my number. Call me directly—right away.” The detective handed him a card.

  “Thanks. I’ll do that.” Wade walked closer
to the truck and smelled that a gun had been fired, and that Jim Bettinger had been here. Another man had been with him. Another shifter. He was sure the two of them had taken Maya.

  His hands clenched into fists, Wade felt his temper escalate.

  “We’ll get her back,” David said quickly.

  Yeah, but alive? Or dead?

  When David and Wade returned to the rental car, both brothers were silent, just sitting in the car and saying nothing.

  “He won’t hurt her,” Candy said, and they both turned to look at her. She shrugged. “He had the hots for her.”

  Ignoring the woman, Wade said to his brother, “A shot was fired next to Thompson’s truck. Since Thompson wasn’t shot, I can only assume Maya was. She was… feral.” He couldn’t say she was wearing her jaguar coat in front of Candy. She wouldn’t have a clue what being feral meant.

  David shook his head. “She’s not ready for city life. So where do we go now?”

  “Where did Bettinger take Maya?” Wade asked Candy, his voice a growl, warning her to tell him the truth, or else.

  Chapter 25

  Drifting in and out of a lightless room, Maya felt warmth seeping through her blood, felt him hold her close. Dancing, so light on her feet that she was floating, their bodies as one. Moving, kissing, she licked her lips. He was touching her breasts, her waist, her buttocks, embracing, holding her tight, murmuring in her ear like a soft, warm summer breeze. No words, just a whispered brush of breath. Wade, she tried to whisper back, but she couldn’t form the word. Only in her mind, his name drifting like a wisp of cloud just out of reach.

  Wade. She wouldn’t try to say his name then as she felt his warmth surround her, his love, his comforting embrace.

  Maya stretched lazily as a cat—wondering when she’d shifted forms—and bumped into a clinking metal mesh. At the same time she smelled the odor of cat urine mixed with bleach and water, felt the hard concrete floor beneath her and the warm breeze flowing over her. Immediately she opened her eyes. The cat pee smell was strong, burning her eyes. Where the hell was she?

  She tried to get to her feet, but all she could do was lift her head and stare at her cage. Drugged. She’d been drugged like Wade had been in the jungle. Only she wasn’t in the jungle. He wasn’t with her. She was in a big-cat run somewhere surrounded by a grassy meadow, trees dotting the landscape, and a heavy pine forest surrounding the area close by.

  She stared at the steel, twelve-foot-tall mesh that surrounded the run, the rough concrete slab beneath her, the wooden box behind her that looked like a den to curl up in, and a slight overhang to provide shade. A security light pierced the darkness. She noticed another run next door and saw a female jaguar sleeping. The one from the zoo?

  Then she remembered the truck accident, Thompson being injured, her attacking or trying to attack Lion Mane, and him shooting her with a tranquilizer dart. She’d nearly bitten him, then collapsed, a cat ready to rip him apart and then too sleepy to bother.

  A man cleared his throat, and she swung her head around, totally thrown off by the fact that he’d been watching her and she hadn’t known it. The drug running through her system had to be making her so clueless—so… unjaguar-like. She should have sensed him right away, though she did notice that the breeze was carrying his scent away from her.

  She looked him over closely now—the lean tall form of him. About thirty-five, she guessed, his gray-blue eyes sharp, his dark brown hair mussed by the breeze. He was placing his weight more on one leg as though he was favoring the other. Then she saw the cane tucked behind him. Twice already, he’d moved, and each time he winced as though his leg was bothering him. But what really caught her eye was his face—half of it was scarred horribly, like cat claw marks running from his forehead down his throat. He was lucky to be alive after an encounter that left him scarred like that.

  Had it been one of the big cats he’d bought to have hunted?

  Served him right, if so.

  His gaze remained on her, his mouth curving up slightly. “Jim said you’re a wild cat, straight from Belize. Now I don’t have to rely solely on that poor excuse for a jaguar.” He motioned toward the other cat.

  Jim Bettinger? He couldn’t have sold her to this man so that he could have her hunted down. If the hunter killed her, she would shift into a human and he knew it. What was Bettinger thinking?

  “He said you’re real special. That you killed his brother and one of our smuggler friends. So we’re going to ensure that you have a chance to really show what a tiger you are. Pardon the mixed cat reference.”

  She wanted to tell him that whatever cat had clawed him so grotesquely deserved to be rewarded. But she imagined the animal had died long ago.

  Maybe his injury was the reason he arranged for the hunting of big cats—to get back at the one that had disfigured him so badly.

  “He promised me a big male, too. And I’ve decided to throw in the other female. Three hunters at one time. It’ll be the hunting sensation of the year.”

  Maya glanced at the other cat. Had Bettinger managed to capture the female jaguar his brother lost in Belize? Bettinger had said Maya was a wild cat. So did that mean the other wasn’t? Was she the zoo cat Thompson was searching for?

  Maya’s advantage over a jaguar that didn’t shift was that she knew something of the way hunters thought. She was both a hunter and a human. If she were strictly a cat, she’d try to avoid the hunters. That’s what they couldn’t anticipate: Her unpredictability. The hunted hunting them.

  “The price is going way up on you, missy,” the man said proudly.

  She heard someone coming, and he turned and smiled at the person just out of Maya’s view.

  As soon as she saw him, Maya growled low.

  Jim Bettinger, aka Lion Mane, smiled broadly at her as he ran his fingers over the steel mesh caging her in. “Hello, beautiful cat. So we meet again.”

  The tip of her tail twitched, and her eyes narrowed as she focused fully on him. She so wanted to take care of him just as she had his brother.

  “Better not get in her way,” the buyer said. “She looks like she’d love to rip you apart and eat you slowly.”

  “Hmm,” Jim said, running his hand along a corner pole. “She’s welcome to bite me any time, Gunther. But just know this, beautiful cat. I bite back.” He turned to Gunther. “Make sure she’s locked up tight in there.”

  “You think she’s going to walk out on her own?”

  “Trust me,” Jim said, looking back at Maya. “She’s capable of anything. And if she can’t do it on her own, she might very well have help. So you need to ensure she’s not going anywhere.”

  Jim glanced up at a point on the cage above her head. “We’ll be watching you.”

  She looked to see what he was talking about, presuming the place had security cameras. It did. She didn’t give a damn who was watching, though. If she could buy her freedom any way possible, she was doing it, even if that meant she had to shift in front of the camera.

  “I think you’ve done a good job,” Gunther told the shifter. “I can tell just from the way she was watching you and now me that she’s intelligent. She’s going to be just perfect for the hunt.”

  “Yeah, she is,” Jim agreed.

  “Want some dinner? This calls for a celebration. I’ll have some nice bloody steaks sizzling on the grill in no time.” Gunther limped off.

  He would be an easy kill, Maya thought, though they needed to send him to jail for all of his illegal killings, since he was human.

  Jim still watched her through the cage and made a kissing motion at her.

  She shouldn’t have done it, but she wanted to scare the cockiness out of the son of a bitch. She leaped to her feet, thankful she could manage to shake off the grogginess this much, bounded across the run, and slammed against the cage door with her paws, growling and snarling, forcing Jim to jump back and let out a cry of distress.

  Gunther laughed. “Told you she’s smart. You’d better not be anywhe
re near the hunting grounds. If she could, I’d bet my lands she’d target you even if someone else was firing a gun at her.”

  Jim was watching her warily, and Gunther had stopped to observe her with a sly smile on his face, amused that the she-cat had frightened the superior hunter.

  “Your ass is mine,” Jim said, his eyes full of hostility.

  “Only if you pay for the chance to hunt her,” Gunther warned, the smile sliding off his face.

  Jim nodded. “Let’s get those steaks.” Then he turned and headed in the direction Gunther was going.

  She watched them disappear past the cement-block wall that blocked her view. She wondered if anyone was monitoring the cameras. If she could knock out a light overhead, they couldn’t see her. But she’d have to shift first before she could use something on the light.

  She looked around and saw a stainless-steel water trough and food dish.

  The food dish might work. She’d have to wait until the men were gone or in bed. She glanced at the other cat. She was watching her, almost looking like she was smiling.

  * * *

  “I don’t know where Jim Bettinger has taken your girlfriend,” Candy said to Wade and David. Her phone buzzed and she texted back. “My buyer just bought a female cat from Jim Bettinger.”

  Damn it to hell. Bettinger had to have sold Maya to the buyer. What was Bettinger thinking? “Bettinger didn’t have a cat to sell. And you know it. He stole one of mine.”

  Candy folded her arms. “Says you. How are you going to prove that cat was yours? Got papers?”

  “I’ve got a picture of her posted on Maya’s website. You know the one. You saw it yourself.”

  Candy’s mouth dropped open. But then she quickly snapped it shut. “I don’t know anything about it.”

  “I really don’t give a damn if you do or don’t. I want you to contact the buyer and tell him my brother’s bringing you a trade. A male for a female,” Wade said.

  Candy smiled. “Interesting proposition, but he’s surely already paid for the female. You can’t expect him to pay you for the male and give up the female.”