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We’ll find this bastard. How about we try for licensed warehouses on current and previously used buildings?”
    Fighting the urge to scratch, she fervently hoped she hadn’t picked up anything from the other canine units. She’d never live that down at the compound.
    “Damn, nothing on current. Last shot at old buildings.”
    Her vision wavered as her adrenaline spiked. What the hell? Pain sliced into her head like a butcher’s knife, dicing her mind until red heat stifled her and pounded in her skull. Slowly, it formed into a voice that compelled her obedience.
    Kyla… Trouble… Recall.
    A whimper escaped her as the pain retreated abruptly. She noticed hazily that Damien had stopped typing to rub her ears.
    “You okay there, girl? Time for a toilet trip?”
    Kyla fought the need to nip him on the ankle. Toilet trip, indeed. What she needed was to get back to the casino. Artie had sent her a message in her own painfully adept way. There was one reason she’d be pulled off an undercover job and that was another murder—on her turf.
    She waited until Damien was busy typing, then Kyla eased up on all fours and pulled back so the edge of the desk hid her from view. If she could get to the door that led to the armory and garage, someone would let her out. Damien wouldn’t worry too much. He knew she was independent and could look after herself.
    Damien hadn’t found anything, so he couldn’t get into any trouble without her. She slinked to the door and issued a soft whine to the man standing next to the water cooler. He barely registered her and just held the door open. Just what she needed. These men were used to Damien taking her everywhere now.
    She passed the armory and made for the garage and the mechanic working there.
    He was a plant of their own and highly susceptible to her mental commands. She nosed his grease-slicked palms and he stiffened as she shot a mental order to let her out. Kyla grinned as her informant opened the door and she turned to speed her way through the back streets to the casino. It didn’t matter whether a male was human or wolf. Train them right and they’ll follow orders—just the way she liked it.
     
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    “Well, well. We didn’t find any current license, but a previously used, condemned building would fit the bill perfectly. Don’t you think, girl?”
    Damien looked down with a pleased grin, but his gaze met plain floors instead of his canine companion. “Where are you, girl?”
    Looking around the large office space, he spotted the slightly ajar door to the garage and armory. She must have headed out for a toilet trip after all. She disappeared every now and then, but always came back safely. He had a suspicion the mechanic in the garage slipped her snacks. Cool with him. Wolf had a mind of her own and would come back when she was ready. Meanwhile, he could at least do a drive-by and check this place out. If Wolf was on a toilet trip, it wasn’t worth disturbing her. The last time he’d done that, she’d taken a large chunk out of his jacket, and he didn’t want to replace another suit.
     
    * * * *
     
    The warehouse, of course, would sit in the older, darker part of town. The building didn’t need to be razed. It would fall down on its own. The windows were all intact, but so coated with years of dirt and grime just vague outlines were visible. The entire place had a disheveled and desperate air to it, like a person who has lived too long and hard. Whatever color once plastered the front of the building was now faded. He was starting to regret his decision to stop instead of just driving past. Wolf would have come in handy. She could have sniffed around for a trail.
    Damien shrugged and moved closer to the window again, his piece ready. The perp was probably long gone, but it didn’t hurt to be ready. He trailed around the side of the building, keeping low in front of the windows. Not that anyone would see with all the dirt and the night sky.
    He’d checked