Call of the Cougar (Heart of the Cougar Book 2)
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Authors: Terry Spear
Tags: #Cougar Shifter, #paranormal romance, #romantic suspense, #urban fantasy romance, #contemporary, #fiction
Call of the Cougar
Heart of the Cougar, Book 2
Terry Spear
Call of the Cougar
Copyright © 2014 by Terry Spear
Cover: Tale-Tale Designs
ISBN-10: 1633110044
ISBN-13: 978-1-63311-004-5
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.
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Dedication
Thanks to Lor Melvin who worked with horses and gave me all kinds of great tips concerning the business, and helped me to brainstorm a lot of the book, which was a lot of fun! Thanks tons!
Also by Terry Spear:
The Highlanders Series:
Winning the Highlander's Heart,
The Accidental Highland Hero,
Highland Rake,
Taming the Wild Highlander, Her Highland Hero, (2014), The Viking's Highland Lass (2015)
Other historical romances:
Lady Caroline & the Egotistical Earl, A Ghost of a Chance at Love
Heart of the Wolf Series:
Heart of the Wolf,
Destiny of the Wolf, To Tempt the Wolf, Legend of the White Wolf, Seduced by the Wolf, Wolf Fever, Heart of the Highland Wolf, Dreaming of the Wolf, A SEAL in Wolf's Clothing, A Howl for a Highlander, A Highland Werewolf Wedding, A SEAL Wolf Christmas, Silence of the Wolf, Hero of a Highland Wolf (Aug, 2014), A Highland Wolf Christmas (Oct, 2014); A SEAL Wolf Hunting (June, 2015), A Silver Wolf Christmas (Oct 2015)
Heart of the Jaguar Series:
Savage Hunger
,
Jaguar Fever
,
Jaguar Hunt, Jaguar Pride (Feb 2015)
Heart of the Cougar Series
: Cougar's Mate, Call of the Cougar (2014)
Vampire romances:
Killing the Bloodlust
,
Deadly Liaisons
,
Huntress for Hire, Forbidden Love
Romantic Suspense:
Deadly Fortunes,
In the Dead of the Night
,
Relative Danger
,
Bound by Danger
Further broken down into wolf pack series:
SEAL Wolves
: To Tempt the Wolf, A SEAL in Wolf's Clothing, A SEAL Wolf Christmas
Silver Bros Wolves:
Destiny of the Wolf, Wolf Fever, Dreaming of the Wolf, Silence of the Wolf, A Silver Wolf Christmas (Oct 2015)
Highland Wolves:
Heart of the Highland Wolf, A Howl for a Highlander, A Highland Werewolf Wedding, Hero of a Highland Wolf, A Highland Wolf Christmas
Synopsis
Special Agent for the U.S. Department of Fish and Wildlife Services, Tracey Whittington, takes down wildlife traffickers and more, but what she doesn't expect is to be in a shootout, multiple times, when the business turns deadly. Nor does she suspect she'll be working with Hal Haverton, who serves as a part-time deputy for Yuma Town, Colorado, and runs his own horse ranch. As long as he doesn't stop her investigative work—she has been placed on administrative leave due to the last shootout—she'll be just fine.
Hal Haverton has every intention of keeping the wild cat safe, even if it means helping her to solve the case when every time he turns around, she's involved in another shootout. When her boss asks their good friend, the sheriff, to have one of his deputies serve as a bodyguard for the cougar shifter, Hal's all for it. So is the other deputy, but Hal's got this covered. Even if getting somewhere with the lady means having his gun ready at all times. There are definite perks to getting to know the Special Agent better—if they live long enough to do something about it.
Prologue
New Year’s Day, Suburbs of Loveland, Colorado
After a harrowing case of nabbing two men in a scheme to sell jaguar body parts to prospective buyers, Special Agent for the U.S. Department of Fish and Wildlife Services Tracey Whittington was glad
that
ordeal was over, and settled down in her apartment to eat lunch early that Saturday afternoon. She worked side by side with the Colorado Department of Parks and Wildlife. And she took her job seriously.
The problem was that she’d take one rotten wildlife trafficker down and two more would slip into his place. Stiffer punishment might help. But until wildlife trafficking was taken more seriously, she figured it would continue to be a profitable deal for some criminals. Today was the beginning of a new year and she swore she wasn’t going to think about the other case she’d been working on until Monday morning, bright and early.
She placed her plate of steak fajitas and a hot mug of cherry tea on the oak coffee table, curled up on her blue velvet couch, and clicked on the T.V. The snow was lightly falling, though the area was covered in snow from the storm they had last night, and she was looking forward to having a nice weekend off from the job. No investigating anything for the moment. Just enjoying the beautiful snowy day. The sky was a little gray, but at least she didn't have to go out in the cold weather for now. She was thinking about whether she should make New Year's resolutions, like— on New Year's Eve at the end of
this
new year—she should have a date and go to a party.
Right.
She loved the quiet life when she wasn't tracking down the scum of the earth.
She started watching
3:10 to Yuma
, rolled up her first fajita and was just about to take a bite of the steak, bell peppers, onions, shredded cheese, lettuce, and her absolute favorite—guacamole—without it, it wasn't a fajita, when her phone rang. She glanced at the caller I.D.
Crap
.
Honey. Her informant.
Last year, he had aided her in taking down a trafficker of rhino horns and elephant ivory, and helped to get the trafficker sentenced to nearly six years in federal prison and forfeiture of the $3.5 million in the monies he'd received in his smuggling pursuit. A lot of sentences weren't strong enough for these lowlifes, so she was glad he got as much of a sentence as he did. So she had no intention of ignoring Honey's call.
"Yeah…Honey?" She hated using his nickname, but he always seemed to be where the action was, and she needed him. She wasn't sure how he learned about the trafficking going down—though she'd asked, but he wouldn't say. She often wondered if he was playing both sides of the game—getting money from her and from trafficking. Maybe even putting his own competition out of business.
He was a good-looking guy—dark brown hair with blond streaks as the bangs flopped over one dark eye—fashion model material. It was sad that he was in a situation where he was around the kind of people who were involved in this seedy business.
"Happy New Years. Is that
3:10 to Yuma
playing in the background?"
She muted it.
"Love that movie. Got something for you, Agent."
"What do you have?" She set her uneaten fajita on the plate, afraid that was the end of her quiet weekend off. But if it meant finding evidence that could take down another trafficker, she wouldn’t hesitate to give up her weekend. Crime didn’t allow for breaks.
Whatever word he'd gotten about traffickers was seventy-five percent of the time on the money. She'd never had any trouble with making arrests or finding evidence when she investigated the leads that he'd given her that had led to a virtual goldmine. Only twenty-five percent of the time, the tips led nowhere. She had a much higher rate of success than many of her fellow investigators. Some of it she attributed to her enhanced cougar senses.
No matter what, she always checked them out. Her agency paid well for his time, when the job led to an arrest and conviction. All they needed was some good evidence and the proper handling of it to support their case.
"Do you know where the town of Anderson is?" he finally asked.
"The ghost town?" That was the only one she was acquainted with in the state of Colorado. And yes, she knew it well.
"Yeah, that's the one. Word on the street is that some trafficker was storing ivory in one of the old boarded-up buildings. But then he moved it. I know it's a longshot, but you still might find some evidence up there."
"Which building?"
"That's all I know. Sorry."
"Okay, thanks. You know the drill."
"Yeah. Good luck. My money's riding on you."
"Yeah. And the agency's riding on you."
They ended the call in the same way every time. There didn’t seem to be any reason to change it.
She punched in her partner's number. A pain-in-the-butt, Bill Peterson was getting close to retirement from Special Agent duty. He hated that some women were now Special Agents in the field. Particularly her, because she was his partner and he had to work with her. She suspected some of his animosity had to do with his bitter divorce and him not liking any woman right now.
Surprisingly, he'd begrudgingly acknowledged she was damn good at her job. Having the senses of a big cat really helped. Though he was unaware of it. He'd given her an offhanded bit of praise every once in a while. His seniority on the job and his gruffness toward her appealed for some weird reason. He wasn't going to like being called on New Year's Day to back her up. He especially didn't like it that Honey always called her, refusing to talk to her partner.
"Honey called."
"Shit."
She smiled, expecting that kind of a response. "He says someone was storing ivory at Anderson, but it's been moved by now."
"Good. We can check it out at the end of the week." Bill sounded like he'd tied one on. Which, given that he was home alone on New Year's Day and had no work to do, not to mention he was still getting over his divorce, his condition was understandable.
But it didn't help her case one iota. "I'm going to go check it out. Since they've moved the ivory, there shouldn't be anyone there. I'll probably find nothing anyway. So no need for you to go."
Which there wasn’t. She wasn’t sure why she’d even called him. Force of habit, she supposed. And what if by some miracle he had wanted to go? She should have known better.
"End of the week, Whittington."
She wasn't waiting on this. "Get some rest. And…happy New Year."
Then she hung up on him, turned off the T.V., grabbed her plate of fajitas, and returned to the kitchen. Sometimes, a microwave was her best friend.
It would take her three hours to reach the abandoned silver mine town of Anderson, maybe longer in this weather. Then she'd have to hike in three miles from the point where the road ended. Not that the road was really a road. It had been a wagon trail at one time, now so badly eroded that she was glad she had a Hummer that could make it even that far.
She couldn't delay if she wanted to do this before it got dark and the fall of night hampered her investigation. She packed her gear in her field pack, including a high-powered lantern and a headlamp. Even though she could see in dim light with her cat's vision, she still wanted to have a little extra light for seeing small details if there was any evidence there at all.
She drove the three hours in the snow, admiring the trees coated in flakes, the view of the Rocky Mountains, and finally reached the landmark she knew from her youth—an old two-story wooden, white house. Mrs. Blasdell, widowed three years ago, had owned it forever. She was like a security force of one, watching all who traveled on the old wagon trail as if she was guarding the ghosts of the past. The back of the house faced the old wagon trail. Her new red Cadillac was parked in front of the garage. Tracey was sure that when she drove by the house, Mrs. Blasdell would be watching.
Sure enough, Tracey saw the woman peer through the blinds covering one of the windows. She was about Tracey's mother's age—in her mid-forties. Tracey thought she must be lonely out here by herself, and yet, Tracey was alone too, and it wasn't any big deal. Mrs. Blasdell probably just preferred it that way like Tracey did.
