CHAPTER TWENTY

“ F uck, I hate doing surveillance work. Don’t we have some officers who can do this stuff for us?” Kurt asked, shifting for the tenth fucking time.

“Suck it up, sunshine,” Craig mumbled as he peered through his telescope. “Anyway, you know Ben would give us the slip if he suspected anything, so I’m not delegating this job.”

Kurt let out a laugh.

Craig turned and frowned at him, slowly raising a brow.

“You mated males are so dumb. He was far too focused on Anna to realize how easily he got out.” Kurt grinned.

Craig thought about that for a moment, turning back to watch the windows of Ben’s apartment building. The location was a few blocks down from Sofia’s old place.

Kurt was likely right. All signs were pointing to Anna being Ben’s mate, but then again, he was a very alpha vampire. In any case, if Ben was anything like him, he’d realize what the Moretti team had done sooner or later, which meant there was still a high chance of him doing a runner. With a body? Less so. And not for a minute did Craig think Ben would leave Anna.

Back at the castle, Sofia was throwing a fit at Lance and Brayden, but it was not his worry.

He grinned.

Then remembered he’d end up copping some of it from Brianna. One thing none of them had realized as they’d begun mating was how close the females would get. They were like their own goddamn miniature mafia some days.

Still, the makeup sex was fucking awesome.

“Do we know who the other guy is yet?” Kurt asked.

Craig shook his head. “Tom is still running the database. Could take hours or days,” he replied. “But he’s another cut son of a bitch.”

Out the corner of his eye, he saw Kurt nodding.

“There has to be more of them,” Craig said, wondering why the hell they’d never come across any of them before, and why, if his assumption that they were all vampires was correct, they thought it important or appropriate to be running such an operation covertly and hidden from their king. “I’d venture a lot more.”

“I’d throw money at that bet,” Kurt agreed. “But something tells me if they don’t want to be found, they won’t.”

Yeah, well, bully for them because he had fucking found them.

Whoever Ben worked for, Craig was going to find out exactly who they were and bust this whole thing wide open. He hated secrets, and when they held even the slightest note of threat to the king, he hated them even more. Craig was determined, and because he wasn’t your average bear, or vampire, and had tracking abilities bar none, he would follow the bread crumbs right to the honeycomb.

After which he’d get straight to work on his analogies.

Unfortunately, with the Russo execution in a few days, they were running out of time, so he was hoping for some action from Ben and the new guy.

Movement downstairs caught their eye. Speaking of...

“Eagle One has landed,” Kurt said.

Craig snorted. “You been watching West Wing again, lieutenant?”

“An oldie but a goodie,” Kurt replied.

“Okay, but the new guy has to be Eagle Two. Ben is Eagle One,” Craig said.

What the heck, when in Rome.