Lane’s conclusions before nodding. “I agree. Someone was financially backing Crane’s kookiness because he kept talking about earning two more years of funding. He liked to brag about how smart he was and how famous he was going to be.”
Lane’s derisive snort made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It was all she could do not to turn around and look at the door again. The only reason she didn’t was because she didn’t want to reveal her intuitive apprehension to him.
“You’re going to get to look into the matter further, only you’re going to have a partner helping out. The powers above us have sent an expert down the food chain. In fact, the man they sent says the two of you have already met.”
Brandi shrugged. “Maybe. I think I’ve worked with just about every department here at least once.”
“No. You’ve never worked with this one,” Lane said quietly, but firmly. “This department is different. No one knows what they do—not even me. Yet ironically, they were the ones behind wanting to send an experienced field agent to investigate the wolf abductions. Your need for a break made you the right choice in case things got crazy—which they obviously did.”
“Wait. You sent me into that crazy shit blind and let it crash on me? If you would have told me what you were after, I might have taken different precautions,” Brandi exclaimed, her gaze raking Lane’s toned body. It was funny how sexual attraction never could make up for a man being an outright ass.
“It wasn’t my choice. Orders were to let you observe what was there to see. The only survivors found after the explosion were two confused lab technicians. Both vaguely remembered seeing you and two other women just before the place blew. We found a record of your vehicle accident, but no body was found among the charred metal. There were no traces of the two other women either. One of them was a scientist on Feldspar’s payroll—probably your wolf rescuer. We don’t have much on the other female. Our assumption is both burned to death and their remains were removed by whoever Feldspar paid to do cleanup. What we still don’t know is why such extreme measures were taken to destroy all evidence at the building site.”
“I wondered that myself. I didn’t find a glass beaker shard, a piece of metal cage, or anything of value where the building used to be. I also checked the wooded area surrounding the place. There were a few emptied shell casings… nothing more.”
“But you got away.”
Brandi shrugged. “Sure. You know me—I’m pretty hard to kill. So when do I get to meet the expert I’m supposed to work with? I’m kind of anxious to get started looking before the trail gets any colder. Alaska is a very boring place, Lane. I’m ready to have something to focus on.”
“The expert is just down the hall. I tucked him away until I made sure you were really you. Are you sure you’re up to seeing him now? I could make him come back tomorrow if you want.”
Brandi shrugged again and frowned at his odd offer. “Why wouldn’t I be ready now?”
“No reason, I guess.”
She watched Lane tap a number on his intercom. When the person answered, Lane looked at her as he gave the order.
“Agent Jenkins is ready. Send our guest in.”
When Lane stood, she did too. They both turned to the door when it opened. She smelled him before he entered.
“Travis Black Wolf.” She spoke his name flatly as she glared.
“In the flesh. Hello, Agent Brandi Jenkins.”
“Why are you here, Travis? What the hell is going on?” Brandi demanded.
Travis ignored her questions and her glare, glancing between her and Lane. Finally, she heard him snort.
“I would say that’s kind of obvious, wouldn’t you?”
“You work here… like here ?” Brandi demanded, unable to believe she was seeing him.
“Yes. Welcome to your past and my