Council Fixer Clyde Lassiter's POV
Saint Raymond Pack
Wednesday, April 29, 2020
The cell door slammed closed, locking the last of my prisoners into the dark cell. Saint Raymond was a small Pack, and its prison was a poured concrete building deep in the woods. The silver-coated bars split the sixteen-foot-wide building a third of the way back from the heavy steel door. The rest of the building was a pair of eight by twelve-foot cells. It wasn't much for creature comforts. A cement slab along the back wall with a thin mattress and blanket was the bed. A pair of six-inch-wide holes in the floor led to a septic tank, and if you pulled a handle above it, freezing-cold water sprayed from a nozzle in the ceiling.
I ignored the screams and protests of the three prisoners. They were guilty; shortly after Woods and Argenta died, one of the werewolves at the ambush scene recognized their scents. The cook, we had his picture from the previous arrest. He was the calmest of the three, sitting on his bunk like he didn't believe he would die soon. The two shooters were mates, the male his younger brother. He was pounding on the bars of the cell while she was screaming out creative ways for me to pleasure myself that were physical impossibilities. The guard sprayed them with a hose, driving them back while we locked the outer door. You could still hear them through the roof vents, but only the moon would listen to their cries tonight.
My team followed our host Alpha, Francois Gallaudet, back towards the Pack House. "You did a hell of a thing here, Fixer. When the Council called me about this, I thought it was looking for a needle in a haystack."
"It was, sir. The haystack was tens of thousands of square kilometers of rough territory, but we found a magnet." Technology was our advantage here. We knew that their cook site would have a distinctive infrared signature from all the camp stoves and fires. It took a while, but eventually, we got lucky." Lucky was the operative word. The cook wouldn't be making his product every night, nor would he remain in one place for more than a few days. The whole reason for a mobile lab was to avoid detection. We didn't conduct a simple search; it took about ten days to cover our entire search territory by air. As long as the data showed the cook was in this area of Canada, we'd keep looking.
We backed it up with ground searches and wolf noses. We drove thousands of kilometers in four-wolf teams. Two would stay in the car, pacing the other two a few hundred meters into the woods on each side. It was slow work in the rough terrain, but it let us alternate daytime ground searches with night aircraft flights. We came close once, finding one cook site only a few days after the were-coyotes left.
"How did you finally catch them?"
"Our air search identified a likely target northwest of Lac-aux-Sables, near Chemin Saint-Arnaud. The infrared showed four separate fires and at least five individuals. The spotters called me with the GPS coordinates just after eleven at night. I put together a strike team immediately. I sent one team around to the north, then sent warriors in wolf form through the woods while the armed force came up the road."
The Alpha looked concerned. "The Cartels are violent. Did they fight?"
"Sort of," I said. "The three were-coyotes shifted and ran for the woods, leaving two Cartel guards behind. We took them out quickly; they had no night vision to see us coming since they were sitting by the fire. The coyotes led us on a short chase, but we had the numbers to subdue them. We had them silvered and bound shortly after, and our teams were out of the woods before sunrise."
"What about the cook site?"
"We left the bodies of the guards there with the weapons. We took the torn clothing and backpacks from the cook and his family. We'll call in a tip tomorrow. I believe the rifles will match those used in the attack, so they might even close the investigation into the ambush. The cook will still be at large, but no one will ever see him again."
We were almost out of the woods, the lights of the Pack House up ahead. "You're sure none of this will trace back to us?"
"I've already sent most of my team back to their home Packs. Only two vehicles came here, and we didn't travel together. You're as insulated from this as I could make it."
"Good. Come on in; my mate says the Council wants to speak to us as soon as possible." I followed the sixty-year-old Alpha to his office, and we made the call over a secure line. I took five minutes to fill the Chairman in on everything that had happened. "What are your orders, sir? Should I send all the Enforcers back to headquarters?"
"No," Chairman Sanders replied. "Francois, could we impose on your Pack to host the Council and a few dozen guests for the trial and executions of our prisoners?"
"Of course, Mr. Chairman," the Alpha replied. "When can we expect you?"
"Friday night," he replied. "We'll do the trial on Saturday. I'll leave it up to Chairman Burns to select seven Alphas for a jury." Jacob Burns was the Chairman of Eastern Canada. By rights, the trial should be in Maine or West Virginia, but we couldn't risk moving the prisoners over the border. The aggrieved parties would have to come here.
"Fixer Lassiter, you will coordinate security with Alpha Gallaudet. Once we arrive, I have a specific task for you and Enforcer Emily Jones."
"What do you need, sir?"
"Bonnie Woods will be there for the trial and punishment. By werewolf law, I cannot ban her from the trial of her mate's killers. We both know she's not exactly a fan of the Council or our Enforcers." THAT was an understatement. She wouldn't piss on the Chairman if he were on fire. "I'll talk to Alpha Anthony and make it clear they are responsible for her actions. They'll have to order her wolf to hold back. You two will be the backup plan if she breaks Alpha command. One of you will always be nearby, armed with silver restraints and pistols, ready to step in to protect us all. No matter what it takes, Fixer Lassiter."
"I understand, sir." Bonnie was already hanging onto her sanity by a thread. If she broke command, she would be a rogue and a danger to everyone.
I hoped it wouldn't come to that. Bonnie deserved to die on her own terms, not at my hand.
Ch. 52
Bonnie Woods' POV
QC-367, West of Quebec City, Canada
Friday, May 1, 2020
I started becoming more aware of my surroundings as I came out of my sleep. The road vibration told me we were at highway speed. The patter of rain and whisk-whisk of wiper blades told me it was raining hard. The radio told me Luna Adrienne had control of the car stereo. I burrowed into Sally's shoulder, enjoying the comfort of my mother-in-law's arm around me.
Now there you go again, you say you want your freedom
Well, who am I to keep you down?
It's only right that you should play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness
Stevie Nicks was talking to me through the song. I'd been so focused on my revenge that I hadn't thought about what was next for me. I'd sworn to get them, but I'd also told my mate that I would move on and live without him. I wanted my freedom from this empty life. I couldn't stand the sound of my loneliness.
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad