Riding on Whispers (the Wolfegang series Book 3) Read Online Free Page A

dark mark on his skin, on his forearm near the crook of his elbow. I snatched his arm and looked at it closely. It was a tattoo of a panther, the same one that was carved onto the door.
    He watched me, but said nothing. I let him go. I had questions. Something else was going on, something I was missing.
    “What else did he say?” I asked. There were a thousand other questions I wanted to ask, like where Kris was, and why couldn’t I see him? I was desperate to know everything I could, but I knew I had to be careful. Until I knew what exactly was going on, I wouldn’t push too hard.
    Imre sat back, his eyes shining. He knew I wasn’t stupid, that I’d made a connection somehow, but he didn’t get angry or have me thrown out of the tiny restaurant. He simply answered my question. “He didn’t say anything else,” Imre said. “He just told me to give you this.”
    A delicate slip of paper lay in his hand. It was odd that it was on paper, since it was expensive. It looked relatively clean, like it hadn’t spent much time in someone’s pockets. The note could easily have been in a drawer, in a desk somewhere all the time it waited for me.
    I almost didn’t breathe, afraid it would flutter away and I would never see it again. I took it and held it as softly as I could, but didn’t open it. I couldn’t yet. I was getting the feeling this was all I had to go on, all Kris had left me.
    Somehow, Imre was connected to my brother, and I wanted to find out how, if that was even a possibility. It wouldn’t hurt me to stay a little longer and talk to him.
    The tiny slip of paper went into my boot, right next to my knife. I picked up the wine and took another sip. “Thank you, Imre. It means a lot to me that you made sure I got that.”
    Imre was back to smiling. “It’s no problem at all, love.” He took another bite of pasta.
    I eyed his plate, not sure how to ask him what I needed to. I had to buy myself a little more time. “You know what,” I told Imre. “I would love something to eat. Would that be all right?”
    Imre couldn’t wave the waiter over fast enough. “Give her whatever she wants.”
    I started swirling the wine again. “I’ll have what he’s having, and some more bread please, fresh.”
    The waiter bowed with a small smile and was gone before I could thank him. How could I possibly ask Imre how he knew my brother without him clamming up about whatever he was hiding? He was very nice and accommodating, but he skirted around the details of my brother like he was afraid of the consequences.
    “So how did you meet him?” I asked, blunt and to the point as always. I was never that great with subtlety.
    “It’s a boring story,” he said with a laugh.
    I didn’t look up from my glass. I liked Imre. I really did, but if he was going to annoy me with secrecy that would quickly change. “It’s been so long since I last saw him,” I said. “Any story would be nice to hear.”
    He took a bite of his food and smiled again. It was so genuine. How was this man a part of a mafia-like mob called the Family? I really didn’t know the whole story. Maybe I was getting all the details wrong, but the dichotomy was confusing.
    “He was a racer here for a little while. He said he needed money to get back to you and to take you somewhere.”
    Everything he said was so incredibly ambiguous. Not once had he said my brother’s name, not once had he said mine. Why? Frustrated, I chewed on my lip.
    “What’s his name?” I asked. My fingertips traced the lip of my glass as I smiled at him, feral and demanding.
    Imre looked around the restaurant nervously. “It’s probably not a good idea to say.”
    The alarm on my watch went off. I clicked my comms. “Checking in, Wolfe.” I clicked it off again, all without breaking my eye contact with Imre.
    I cocked my head. “Why not? You could have the wrong girl. I just want to make sure you didn’t get me mixed up with someone else.”
    His eyes were serious as he