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Felix
After less than an hour sleep, we sped down to the location of the The Lucky Toad. We were willing to do anything to find Chasity. Alex was beginning to believe that Chasity’s disappearance was linked to the disappearance of her parents nine years ago. The Lucky Toad Casino was where Chalice and Chase had supposedly racked up a huge debt before they fled town. It seemed like a good place to start sniffing out old enemies Chasity’s parents might have. Old enemies who might still have it in for them and their daughter. Unfortunately for those old grudge-holders, I was Chasity’s mate and I would grind their bones to dust if I found out they had anything to do with Chasity or her parents going missing.
“For all we know, re-opening that investigation could be what put Chasity in danger,” said Alex with a heavy sigh as we pulled up to a large dilapidated-looking building.
“There’s a plank of wood nailed across the doors,” noted Alex, alarmed.
“Is it closed down?” Wondered Calix aloud.
I had more experience with dodgy places and shifty people than my brothers did combined. The bar I played pool at always looked closed too.
“Those f**kers are in there, trust me!” I growled.
“Maybe, there’s a more accessible entrance,” suggested Alex.
I marched up to the double doors and ripped the plank of wood off of them.
“Too late,” I said, tossing the wooden plank aside.
I pushed the double doors open and walked right through them, flanked by my brothers. Yep, they were in there all right. All the gamblers stiffened in their chairs. There were about two dozen people in the dimly lit casino, all with tired eyes. They looked like they’d been up all night. None of them dared to look our way but I could feel the tension in the room. They were hyperaware of us.
A waitress in a skimpy uniform and clunky high heels wobbled over to us. She was a bleached blonde she-wolf who looked to be in her mid-forties meaning she was likely much older as werewolves aged so slowly.
“What can I get you fellas?” She croaked.
This waitress was a chain smoker. No doubt about that. I smirked. I was here to deal with the management not sample the menu.
“The boss! Get me the boss!” I said, leaning in.
She almost fell over as she leant away from me. She hurried towards a staircase at the back of the room. I moved to follow her but Alex put a hand on my shoulder.
Let’s give them a chance to cooperate, he said in my mind.
We sat at the bar. There was a gaunt bartender staring at us with his orb-like eyes while he wiped the same glass over and over with a dingy-looking dish towel.
“I think it’s clean, buddy,” commented Calix, smiling slightly.
I stifled a snort of laughter. The bartender dropped the dingy towel and then to our surprise, he let the whole damn glass sl*p from his hands and shatter on the floor. He jumped, startled, by his own mistake and then bent over to hastily pick up the pieces. This place was a clown show.
Alex
I looked up just in time to spot the waitress returning. I was shocked at her appearance. Her hair was all over the place, her uniform rumpled and her cheeks streaked with runny black mascara as though she had been crying. Had someone roughed her up? Had it been the boss? What a f**king jerk! I could not stand “men” who put their hands on women like that.
“The boss will see you now, Alphas,” she said as soon as she reached us.
We simply nodded and then headed up the stairs.
Did you see the state of her? Was she like that before? Asked Calix.
Definitely not! I said immediately. Someone manhandled her.
Guess the boss is as great of a guy as we thought, grumbled Felix.
The stairs led us to a long hallway with just one door at the very end. There was a gold-plated plaque on the door that read: Chance.
We walked into a straight-up pigsty.
f**k, was all I could think.
The room was cluttered with crap. There was a large wooden desk dominated by ornaments, old empty water bottles and yellowing, coffee-stained papers. There were so many random items all over the office, it reminded me of those Eye Spy games where one had to find a few small objects in dense mountains of stuff. Many of the items were lucky charms. I spotted several horse shoes nailed to the walls. I raised my foot from the floor, realising the ground was sticky for some reason. Disgusting. I could hear the squeaking of mice somewhere among the mounds of stuff.
The case of hoarding had almost made me overlook the large man behind the desk. He was a mature werewolf with salt and pepper hair and a thick moustache. Despite being in a dark office, he was wearing darkly tinted sunglasses along with an ill-fitting blazer over a white shirt and black tie. All of his clothes seemed a bit tight on him and he had a protruding stomach that was putting p**ssure on the b**tons of his shirt. He was not the picture of elegance but something about his mature lined face was goodnatured. I did not think he had been the one to mistreat the waitress.
“Chance?” Asked Felix incredulously.
He greeted us with a warm smile
“Alpha Felix!” Said Chance brightly.
He had recognised us immediately.
“Sit!” Encouraged Chance.
“We’d rather stand,” I said quickly.
I could only imagine the state of the chairs in front of his desk. Chance put a chubby hand with thick fi**gers on a stack of papers and my eyes instantly went to the back of his hand. It was not the hairiness or the gold rings that drew my attention, it was the tattoo. A full moon with a snake curled around it.
The tattoo, said Felix, noticing it too.
“What does that tattoo mean?” I asked.
“Snakes shed their skin. The moon waxes and wanes. Renewal. Death and life. Life through death. You have to fall apart, die almost, to be renewed, reinvigorated, reborn,” said Chance ominously.
Okay then, said Calix.
I can’t decide if that was sheer brilliance or bullshit, said Felix.
I had not been expecting a response like that, I muttered.
I hoped Chance would not speak in riddles throughout this interview.
“Look, you already know why we’re here,” I said, getting to the point.
The whole pack knew by now. We had announced it and the story was playing nonstop on the pack news channel.
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