I knew that. If I’d been a few minutes later, Fiona would be dead.
“But she isn’t,” my wolf reminds me
“No, she isn’t. She’s at home, resting. Safe,” I say, telling myself more than I am telling him.
Nodding, I flip to the next page of the report, which has images of two different doorknobs attached to the paper. I study them but can’t tell what the importance is.
“Oh, these are interesting, E,” Jason says, pointing to the key slots. “Whoever did this, took time to break some sort of metal, probably a key, off in the lock. Even if your mate had gotten to the door, she wouldn’t have been able to open it.”
A growl vibrates through my body as I slam the file closed.
“Any ideas on where to search for someone like this?”
Jason hums and rubs his jaw before suddenly snapping his fing
