Feral Dust Bunnies

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Feral Dust Bunnies

ISBN # 978-1-78651-593-3

©Copyright Angel Martinez 2017

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright May 2017

Edited by Nicki Richards

Pride Publishing

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Published in 2017 by Pride Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, UK

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Offbeat Crimes

FERAL DUST BUNNIES

Angel Martinez

Book four in the Offbeat Crimes series

An orphaned kitten may be the only witness to romance and the impossible.

Officer Alex Wolf responds to a lot of ‘paranormal’ calls that aren’t. Exotic pet birds aren’t monsters and unusual dog breeds aren’t aliens. It’s a good thing he likes the Animal Control officers, but he both yearns for and dreads those calls where he runs into ACO Jason Shen. Jason’s scent is so delicious that Wolf has a difficult time humaning around him.

Animal Control calls take a disturbing turn, though, when Wolf and his lizard-man partner, Krisk, discover the impossibly mummified bodies of rats and an unfortunate mother cat. The rescue of the cat’s sole surviving kitten not only gives Wolf more time with Jason, which is both perplexing and wonderful, but also leads to dangerous discoveries. Something inconceivable stalks the city and its officers of the law. Wolf has to figure out what it is before it can attack and drain the life from the people and the kitten he loves.

Dedication

For all the cats who have come into my life, especially my Isis who has supervised my writing for twenty years now.

Trademarks Acknowledgment

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Smokey the Bear: Harold Rosenberg

Totoro: My Neighbor Totoro: Toho

Jonny Quest: Hanna-Barbera Productions

Drexel: Drexel University

Hamtaro: Shogakukan Music & Digital Entertainment/ TMS Entertainment

South Pacific: 20th Century Fox

Carousel: Oscar Hammerstein II

Liquid Silk: Bodywise Limited

Gaslight: Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer

Hot Stuff: Peter Bellotte, Harold Faltermeyer, Keith Forsey

Solo: Dart Container

Delaware Station: Philadelphia Electric Company

Post-it: 3M

Chapter One

You really should learn to do this yourself, Alex. Mom tsked as she turned the shirt to work on ironing the right sleeve. She was the only one who called him Alex—A. Wolf, some researcher’s idea of a joke.

I know. I’m sorry. Wolf leaned against the counter devouring his eggs and bacon. Maybe it was one of those bad son things, but he’d always liked this. Standing in the kitchen with her first thing, with the iron going back and forth, back and forth was soothing. I’ve watched you lots of times?

It’s not the same as doing. You know that. She gave that sort of definite nod she had when coming to a decision. When you come home tonight, you have a date with the ironing board.

After dinner?

No, before. With a little flourish, she set the iron aside and whipped his shirt off the board. Then she glanced up and laughed. Your face! You’re not going to die if we have dinner fifteen minutes late.

Wolf couldn’t help a disgruntled growl. I get so hungry at work.

All part of the adulting we’re supposed to be working on this week. Mom draped his uniform shirt over a chair. Sometimes you have to put the things you want off until you get the things you have to done.

Yeah, yeah, impulse control. He glowered at his work boots. Being human sucked some days. At least there’d been the good kind of bacon for breakfast. He licked his plate clean and set it in the sink.

Exactly. She wrapped her arms around him, her silver hair just tickling his chin. Had she always been so small? You’re doing so well these days and I’m so proud of you. But I worry. I won’t always be here, sweetie.

"Mom, don’t say things like that. He held her tight and kept the howl that wanted out to a whimper. He wished he could tell her that she would live forever. She had to. But he knew that wasn’t how things worked. I miss Dad."

She bustled to put away the ironing board, swiping at her eyes. I do too. Every day. We always will and that’s normal. Get yourself presentable, Alex. You’re going to be late. Lunch is in the fridge.

Well, fuck. Now he’d upset her. It always made his stomach ache. He hurried to get on his uniform shirt and tie, stopping at the mirror in the hall to make sure everything was straight. That had been one of his proudest days, when he’d first managed to make a tie sit straight and neat. Dad had been so pleased.

Wolf snagged his lunch from the fridge and his hat from the hall table, then did a quick about face and hurried back to the kitchen to kiss his human mother’s cheek. Love you, Mom.

Love you, too. She gave him a quick peck and smiled for him though her eyes were still red-rimmed. Be careful today. Come back in one piece.

Always. He shot her a grin before going out the front door, their goodbye routine ever since he’d been accepted to the police academy. Except Dad had once been part of that ritual, too.

At twenty-eight, Wolf was already twice as old as the oldest of his kind. His original kind. One of the issues the researchers had never been able to agree on was whether he would have a wolf lifespan or a human one, or something in between. Human was looking more likely but even humans didn’t live forever. His adopted parents had grown old and his heart felt stomped on thinking about it.

It had been almost a year since Dad’s heart had given out. Mom was doing better, so was Wolf, but he had howled for three nights running to the point where the neighbors had called the police. The regular police. That had been embarrassing for everyone involved and one of the officers had finally called Carrington to come talk Wolf down from the roof.

He jogged down the front steps to his waiting Wrangler and turned to wave to Mom as he drove away. The three-story semi-detached shrank in the rearview as he drove down to the bottom of Terrace St. Probably would’ve been better if he’d taken SEPTA to work but then Krisk would have needed to take public transit too. That would’ve just been too strange for everybody.

Both of them had adapted to the human world as best they could but with his huge feet that overshot the pedals and his tail that made sitting in the driver’s seat uncomfortable and awkward, Krisk had never mastered driving. His house in East Falls was on the way to the station, though. Easy enough for Wolf to pick him up on the way in.

A couple jogged by as he pulled up to Krisk’s historic Tudor townhome. Wolf returned their friendly wave, because that’s what you did with humans. Sometimes it hit him how weird it was that a lizard man could afford a house in this neighborhood. Weirder still that the neighbors didn’t seem to think much of it. Wolf had been inside and had been shocked by how upscale everything was when Krisk had invited him in for kale and fried mealworms. The kale he’d had to pass on but the mealworms had been good. Kind of nutty.

Krisk did have the best garden on the block in the spring with his herds of azaleas. Maybe that made everything else okay with the neighbors in a swanky part of town.

Not even a minute ticked off on the dashboard clock before Krisk emerged, pressed and polished as always. Wolf reminded himself to ask his partner if he ironed his own shirts.

Breakfast stop?

Krisk shook his head, indicating that either he’d had breakfast or he wasn’t hungry. While he did hiss and snort, Krisk never spoke a word, probably because his mouth and throat weren’t the right shape for it. They got by, communicating in gestures and texts, and after four years, they understood each other damn well.

As Mom had predicted, they were late. Luckily, a quick jog from the parking lot out back and through the squad room—where Larry the ghost whistled while he made his terrible coffee—got them to roll call before the lieutenant came out of her office. Wolf stopped in the doorway to the briefing room, sniffing, and Krisk gave him one of his questioning looks, one brow ridge raised.

Someone’s nervous. Excited. I dunno. Wolf shrugged as they made their way to chairs in front of the lectern. Yeah, yeah, I know. None of my business.

Lieutenant Dunfee strode in soon after and proceeded in her sharp way through the briefing, all the usual sorts of sightings they knew would be false alarms, admonishments and assignments.

That’s it for this morning, ladies and gentlemen, she concluded, though she didn’t move the way she usually did when she was about to leave the lectern. If you’d be kind enough to remain an extra moment, I understand that Officer Monroe has an announcement for us.

Kyle rose hesitantly from his seat at the edge of the room and now Wolf could place the origin of the nervous scent. Really nervous.

So, um, me and Kash… His face blushed a shade of red that nearly matched his hair as he swallowed hard enough for Wolf to hear across the room. His partner, Vikash Soren, waved a go on gesture at him with an enigmatic smile.

I kinda proposed and Kash offered a counter-proposal—

"How do you kinda propose? Greg Santos called out from across the room. Asking for a friend."

Shira shushed him. So did you kinda accept and counter-accept?

I did. He did. We co-accepted. Kyle waved a hand as if shooing off the words. We’re getting married. You guys will all get real invitations ‘cause Kash says we should have them, but we wanted you to know first.

Don’t your families know? Jeff Gatling asked from where he leaned against the wall.

Yeah, of course. You guys first after our families.

Carrington, their resident vampire, raised his hand and asked in his deliberate, languid tone, But the lieutenant knew, yes?

Lieutenant Dunfee cleared her throat in a meaningful way. All right, people, stop busting Monroe’s balls. Congratulate Officers Soren and Monroe. Then get out of my sight and do your jobs.

Wolf stood, shuffling uncomfortably from foot to foot. He never knew what to say at moments like these. Krisk had his serious face on, the one where his brow ridges stood out more prominently and his nostrils flared. It wasn’t an angry expression. Just one Wolf had come to associate with Krisk being thinky. He took Wolf by the elbow and propelled him across the floor to where Kyle and Kash were shaking hands and accepting congratulations from the other officers. All except Vance, who had stormed out. He might have been angry that two men were getting married but Wolf had thought Vance was past that. Maybe it was his own failed marriage causing their firestarter’s temper to flare.

An extra little push nearly shoved Wolf into Kash. Um, congratulations. He managed to say it then stood there awkwardly, turning his hat in both hands. He hated handshakes. They were just weird. But he’d long ago been dissuaded from sniffing other humans or nudging them with his nose.

Krisk stepped past him and took Kash’s head between his clawed, gray-green hands. Kash stood still as stone where another human might have flinched away. This was something Wolf had never seen before and he cocked his head, puzzled, as he stood back to watch. When Krisk bent his head forward, Kash mimicked his gestures, putting his hands on either side of Krisk’s head and bending until their foreheads touched. Krisk nodded and moved on to Kyle who had been watching, wide-eyed, but at least knew what to expect and accepted Krisk’s odd congratulations with good humor.

They had both forgotten about Kyle’s strange talent, though, or maybe Krisk hadn’t forgotten. As they walked away, Wolf had to suppress a snicker when Kyle turned to his fiancé and asked, Have you ever had mealworms? I want fried mealworms all of a sudden.

There was a long pause before Kash answered, Ah. Wait a couple of hours and see if you change your mind.

Krisk was letting out short, rhythmic hisses as they walked to their squad car to start patrols.