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could respond.
    “Wow, you really know how to make friends?” Vander
said, laughing at Jewel. She looked over at him shaking her
head.
    “You know how that pisses me off when they think we
are just a bunch of rednecks.”
    “Hell, Jewel, we are a bunch of rednecks. Now they
will probably put us up in the roach motel in New York. You know
I’ve never been to New York and I want to go so please stop pissing
off the people who are paying our way,” Vander snorted as he pushed
Jewel on the shoulder playing with her.
    “Hey, Vander?” Jewel asked.
    “Yeah.” Vander looked over at Jewel.
    “I didn’t know that Retten Wexford owned this
construction site. It doesn’t say that. I thought it was the NY
Pack Industries.” Jewel looked at Vander confused.
    “I thought so, too, but now I’ve got to go and check
to see if he owns this company, too, or maybe his family owns it.
Hell, who knows with these rich folks,” Vander said as he and Jewel
continued to walk back to where the body was found.
    Jewel and Vander walked back to the crime scene.
Jewel always went back over the scene in case she missed something.
They continued to take notes and pictures as the crime scene techs
finished processing the scene.
     
     
     

 
    Chapter
Two
     
     
    He sat and watched. Those idiots had no idea who he
was and what he was capable of, there she was , he grinned
and rubbed his hands. Hiding her face from the cameras like that
wouldn’t make a difference, he could see her whenever he wanted.
She was his ultimate prize, and soon they would be together for his
final act of terror.
    She was the perfect choice for his finale, before he
took over what was rightfully his. Once everything fell into place,
he would be like a Phoenix rising from the ashes to step into place
and save the day. The plan was perfect, and he would execute it
like he and his father planned all those years ago, he only wished
his father and mentor was alive to see how he turned out.
Unfortunately, the old man didn’t know when to turn over the reins,
and the Redeemer had to take them from him. It was the only kill
that affected him, not like he was sad or anything—more like
disappointed in the fact he refused to allow him to grow. He had
shown him though, the Redeemer grinned to himself.
    They would soon get this was just a taste of his
power. She would understand he did exactly what he had to, and when
she came to him, he would kill her, too. He had a lot of practice
over the years, “developing his signature,” as they called it. It
was good he was so much smarter than those idiot cops were. His
plan was in place and it was going beautifully. They would not be able to figure this shit out, he would have them
chasing their tails for a long time.
    It was time for him to go and put the next part of
his plan into action. It was simple really, wreak havoc and let
someone else take the fall. Like he was innocent or something, no,
the asshole deserved everything he got. Since he was young, he knew
that he was special, smarter, and more determined than anyone to
rise above his childhood was. His so-called brother was not
deserving of anything he was given.
    He thought they could get rid of him. He didn’t care
why, he only cared that they did. Discarded like an animal. He
would show them, their precious little prince was going to go down,
then he would rise and show them what he had made of himself—how
successful he was. They couldn’t argue, they would beg him to come
back into the fold. Then the pack would be his like it should have
been all along, and he would be able to get what was his. Maybe
even find a mate, the Redeemer laughed, fuck no, women were
cheating, heartless bitches. Like his mother. She cheated on his
father, and look what happened, it had destroyed his life.
    When he was little, he knew he was Alpha, that he
would be able to lead his own people. When he shifted for the first
time, he endured that pain alone, locked in a room. His mentor