Chapters (26)
- Cover
- Also by Charlie Adhara
- Dedication
- Author Note
- Quote
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Fifeshire, Scotland, 1928
- LGBTQ BPA
- About the Big Bad Wolf series
- Writing for Carina
“It probably won’t fit perfectly, but I promise you won’t be too embarrassed to be seen with me in front of your foundation friends.”
Park laughed. “Cooper, there isn’t a room in the world I would be embarrassed to walk into with you by my side. Not even if you were wearing a sunflower on your head.”
They finished searching the room but found nothing else of note. If James had ever stored blackmail material here, it was long gone. Eventually, Trust agents came to secure the scene—two wolves Cooper had spoken to before, Agents Aanya Roy and Zoe Dionne. They were both friendly enough with him if a little stiff around Park, who wandered toward the back of the room when they arrived, so casually one might believe he actually needed to reinspect the burnt-out shelving if it wasn’t for the way all the three wolves determinedly didn’t look at one another.
“I could have sworn you weren’t working this case,” Roy said to Cooper lightly, a teasing glint in her eyes as she walked in and surveyed the mess.
“Can’t a guy spend his day off at the zoo?” Cooper asked innocently.
“The last time you did that, an infamous rebel pack alpha who’s been missing for a decade went swimming with the fishies,” Dionne said. She had a deep monotone voice that made it hard to tell when she was joking or not. “Now you’re back and there’s a fire. Maybe you should take less time off.”
“Mmm,” Cooper said. “Speaking of not working, a little bird in the Amazon building just told me you dragged in all their regular set crew for questioning today.”
“And what brought you and this bird to Amazonia?” Dionne asked. “Another purely coincidental pleasure trip?”
“Monkey business,” Cooper offered.
Roy huffed a laugh. “We asked them in to establish alibis. The whole crew was present and waiting to film at time of death.”
“Waiting for Genevieve Crane?” Cooper asked.
“Among others,” Roy said. “Genevieve disappeared after the first shoot of the day during what was supposed to be a five-minute break, claims she went home with a headache without telling anyone. One of the head zookeepers supervising filming that day went looking for her. Genevieve’s assistant J.T. Armstrong showed up late and immediately went looking for the keeper. Niko Hirano stepped out to take an urgent call from her partner. No one can remember seeing Arthur Crane at all despite the fact that he hadn’t missed a shoot up until that point. All in all a pretty empty set.”