He leaned against the wall at The Litter Box, not far from the end of the long bar, hands in his pockets jingling coins—a habit he’d long used to calm his nerves, but tonight it wasn’t working. In the past ten days, there had been two more vicious attacks. Two more women raped and clawed to death. And he was still no closer to finding the rogue leopard shifter. He knew Max had taken it upon himself to talk to as many of his female patrons as he could. He’d even printed small hand-outs that he gave to them, with a message urging them to be careful and suggesting precautions they could take. So far it hadn’t affected his business too much, but he’d told his brother he’d close the place if he had to…if Seth and his fellow cops didn’t catch this shifter soon. Seth hated to even think about that, because The Litter Box was about the only safe gathering place for cat shifters of all breeds. But he didn’t want to see more women dying, either. And it wasn’t as safe as it once had been.
