“So you’d be going undercover?” “In a lion pride,” Sawyer said, reaching up to give the machine a good shake. “Lennox is still working out the details with the Arizona alpha, but Enforcement hasn’t exactly gone out of its way to broadcast that they hired a lion-shifter as a Hound.” Sawyer gave the stubborn machine another shake, Ollie kicked it one last time for good measure—and the candy bar finally tumbled to the bottom of the machine with a solid thunk. “About damn time,” Ollie muttered and snatched it up, peeling back the wrapper with practiced ease. “What would your assignment be?” “Serial killer.” “Damn.” From one to the next. It was never ending. One right after the other. There was always going to be someone out there hacking up victims. She caught sight of Sawyer’s face, the same knowledge running rampant in her friend’s eyes, and Ollie felt her shoulders slump. “How many has that one killed?” “They’re not sure. Somewhere around five known victims.
