Beautiful Creatures Series

Three months later…

Things had been quiet since Melissa fled Feral. Gordon was on edge the whole time, worrying that Melissa was up to something. It was not like her just to give up. She was bat shit crazy, and he was certain his last encounter her with was his last. She was like a demon hiding in the shadows waiting for the right time to show up and make things worse.

Things in Feral had returned to business as usual. Gordon returned to work, and Mackenzie spent much of her time at the shop with him, discussing wedding plans while he worked. After the last close call, Mackenzie never ventured far from Gordon. She was always within earshot.

The baby had doubled in size, and Mackenzie’s belly was large, round, and hard. Gordon and Mackenzie would theorize on the sex of the baby. Mackenzie was hoping for a girl, whereas Gordon was almost certain by the size of her belly at six months that the baby was a boy. Or so he hoped. He had a daughter, and Gordon could not think of anything better than having a son. Someone he could go fishing with and do guy things. Sure, he had taken Aster fishing and hunting, but as much as he loved his daughter, it was not the same as having a boy.

Planning the wedding kept Mackenzie happily occupied. She was in her element. It made Gordon happy to see Mackenzie so contented.

The chime above his door alerted Gordon to Mackenzie’s return. She had wandered down the street to the grocery store to pick up something for lunch. There was an entire small section that had ready-made sandwiches and subs that Aurora made at the start of each day and sold. Mackenzie had brought back two. She came into the back room with a bag of sandwiches and two drinks. As she came in, she walked up to him and kissed his lips, then looked at his work. He had spent the last two hours finishing a tattoo that had taken twelve hours spread out over six days. He was just putting the finishing touches on it.

“That looks great,” she said, standing next to the tattoo chair as Gordon sprayed it with saline solution then gently wiped it clean with a soft disposable rag.

“And we are done,” Gordon said as the man got up. Gordon walked him over to the full-length mirror mounted on the wall so the client could get a good unobstructed view of his new tattoo.

“Damn, you do great work,” the man said, admiring his new ink.

“Thank you. Follow me, and we can settle the fee,” Gordon took the client to the front room and rung up the cost of the tattoo along with the cost of some care products to help the man keep it clean while it healed and avoid a staph infection. The man paid with a credit card and thanked Gordon one last time as he left.

With his business concluded, Gordon went back to clean up. He found Mackenzie already cleaning up. They sterilized everything except his needle, which he removed from the machine completely and threw out. For health and safety, he never used the same needle twice. Responsible tattoo artists never did. Then again, there were the occasional unscrupulous shop owners who cleaned and reused old needles. It was unconscionable, but it did happen; the customers were the ones who paid the price when they contracted infections or worse.

Once things were clean, they sat down together and enjoyed their lunch while they waited for the next appointment to arrive. This afternoon the baby was fairly active. Mackenzie told him the baby was kicking like crazy, which Gordon took as a good sign. During their lunch, Gordon sat next to Mackenzie with both his hands on her belly so he could feel his child moving. When the baby kicked his hand, Gordon smiled. It was a good strong kick. “He’s strong.”

“She’s strong,” Mackenzie snickered.

“Naw, with a kick like that, it’s defiantly a boy.”

“You don’t think a girl can be strong?” She teased.

“I’m not going to get sucked into a gender war,” he chuckled. “I’ll love it no matter what it is, but I hope it’s a boy. I already have one daughter.”

The chime from the door alerted them to someone coming into the shop. Gordon looked at the clock on the wall and was confused. He was not expecting his next client for another forty minutes. He got up from his seat, and he walked to the front of the shop, where he was met by a man dressed in jeans and a leather jacket. He was a younger man, probably in his early thirties.

“Can I help you?” Gordon asked.

The man pulled the bottom of his open jacket aside, flashing Gordon a badge clipped to his belt on his right hip. “I’m Detective Winthrop with the Colorado State Patrol. I’m investigating some strange occurrences on the highway this last year,” the man said, identifying himself as law enforcement.

The man did not look like a cop. He was a First Nation’s gentleman. His complexation was deeply bronzed, and his thin ebony hair was long but tied back. He was a fit man with broad shoulders and long legs. He looked like he knew how to hold his own in a fight. He was awful young looking to be a plainclothes State Detective.

“Do you have time to answer some questions?” Detective Winthrop asked. It was clearly a rhetorical question. Gordon did not believe he had a choice in the matter.

in, and most of my clientele are bikers,

few incidents on the highways around Feral mostly. People are getting run off the road.

drivers die,” Gordon said, trying to sound disinterested.

is true,” Detective Winthrop agreed. “Thing about these specific wrecks is that the crash is not what is killing

“Oh?”

car showed evidence of an animal. The driver’s door and the trunk had been ripped off with massive claw marks in the metal. Something ripped open that car and dragged the

acted surprised by the

know an animal like that must be massive and dangerous. You haven’t seen any strange animals

you said that you were with the State Patrol. Isn’t this an Animal Control

these dogs to kill the victims,” it was a very good theory. Completely wrong, but still a reasonable theory. “Do you know

a deep breath and pretended to think about his answer. “No,” he finally

too much. He was investigating

could help you, but I don’t know anything. Feral is a fairly uneventful place,” both men stood there, their confident gaze holding the other, staring each other down. The cop was hoping to intimidate Gordon into saying something

on, Baby?” Mackenzie asked, coming from the back when he had not come

back into the back room.

from leaving. “I want to ask her

Gordon

I want to hear

with Mackenzie. It was a look he hoped she understood to mean she was not to tell this man anything.

Detective Winthrop asked

“I’m Mackenzie Starr.”

you live

“Yes.”

you know anything about the recent automobile crashes on the highway around here?” She shook her head, no.

say I

don’t know anything,” Gordon stressed. “Now, if you don’t mind, we were

his jacket pocket and took out his wallet. He removed a business card and handed it to

accepted the card. “Will do.”

Detective took one look at Aster, and his gruff

smiled at

“Hello,” she smiled back.

his throat. “Detective Winthrop, allow me to introduce my daughter Aster Wilder. Aster, honey, this is Detective Winthrop with the Colorado State

once more and shook the Detective’s hand. “Nice to

nice to meet you, Miss. Wilder,”

his daughter. It was

about them?”

don’t watch the news. I find