Werewolf – Chapter Eighteen


Chapter Eighteen

Thursday: May 11, 2028

Bo looked down at his phone as it rang. He raised an eyebrow, dropping his fork to his plate as he finished chewing his food.

“Who’s that?” Jensen asked, tilting his hamburger in Bo’s direction.

“Your cutie from L.A.,” Bo said, glancing up at his husband.

Jensen snorted. “You gonna answer it?”

Bo nodded, grabbing his phone. He accepted the call and pressed his phone to his ear. “Good morning, Detective.”

“And a good afternoon to you, Mister Austen-Taylor,” Luca said. “We interviewed all three of Jade Gill’s bosses. All three of them said the same thing about her. She was happy and carefree. No signs of suspicion or nervousness. She was just like she always was. If the dude was watching her, she sure as hell didn’t know about it,” he explained.

“Interesting,” Bo said quietly. “Thank you, Detective.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure. Do, umm…?” Luca cleared his throat. “Do I need to do anything else? I think I’ve got it covered, but I feel like it’s not good enough.”

“You’ve spoken to her parents?”


“Nothing noteworthy there?”

“No, not really. I can send you my notes.”

“No, that’s all right. I trust your thought process, Detective.”

“Holy shit, you do?”

Bo smiled faintly. “Yes, Detective. You’re smart. I’m sure you have it handled,” he said.

“Well, umm, thank you,” Luca said. “But, like, I can text you if I need to? To ask about the case?”

“Of course you can. And feel free to send me updates on the case, as well,” Bo said.

“Will do,” Luca assured. “Enjoy… your lunch?”

Bo chuckled. “I’ll do my best, Detective. Enjoy your day.”

“You, too.”

Bo waited for Luca to end the call before setting his phone back on the table.  “There’s still nothing of actual importance in L.A.. No progress, no evidence… no anything.”

“Think there’s a reason he kills on a full moon?” Jensen asked.

Bo picked up his fork, stirring the salad in front of him. “I’m not certain. Possibly…”

“Possibly?” Jensen prompted.

“One last hurrah before a new moon?”

“He might consider the new moon a new life.”

“Maybe. Anything’s possible,” Bo said.

“If the new moon is a new life, anything he does on the full moon doesn’t carry over,” Jensen said. “Right?”

Bo cocked his head to the side and offered a shrug. “Definitely a possibility.” A pause. “The man’s violent, entirely aggressive. I don’t see how he could function in everyday society.”

“We thought the same thing about the Casanova. He had a job. He functioned just fine among other people.”

“He… had issues,” Bo said. “He wanted to take care of his mom, of his parents. He just went about it in the most immoral way possible,” he added.

Jensen nodded. “I know.” He took a bite of his hamburger, chewing thoughtfully. “What if he functions perfectly in society? You know… like Jamal. He’s been this big, bad, tough guy since at least the seventies. He kills people. He’s decapitated people, tortured them, killed them with his bare hands. But he fits in. He’s terrifying, sure, and sometimes I still feel like I’m gonna shit myself when he looks at me, but he fits in, despite the violence.”

Bo stared at Jensen for a moment before nodding. “There certainly are people who can fit in. People like Nicole and Dallas.” A pause. “Although Dallas wasn’t necessarily violent. Not often, anyway.”

“What makes them blend in?” Jensen asked.

“It depends on the killer. Take Dallas, for instance. His kills were influenced by a single voice. On the days the voice didn’t bother him, he was fine. The good days gave him time to hone his craft, time to blend in with great ease. Because he blended in easily on the days without the voice, he only had to put forth a bit more effort to blend in on the days where he did hear the voice. It took some time and adaptation, but he made it work. He joined the police force for a good job and he went to the gym daily to work out his anger. It helped him blend in,” Bo said.

“What about Nicole?”

Bo glanced up briefly before lifting his shoulders. “I don’t know her all that well. I’ve really just heard about her in passing,” he admitted.

“You gotta learn about her at some point, don’t you? Before you take over for Jamal?” Jensen asked.

Bo lifted his shoulders. “I imagine I’ll read about her at some point. Jamal has… hundreds of files in his office. At least one of them has to be about Nicole.”

Jensen snorted. “Probably.” He tapped Bo’s shin with the toe of his shoe. “Plans for tonight?”

“Jake and Co. are coming over for supper,” Bo said. “And I think Celia and Dave are coming over. Depends on what time she finishes up paperwork at work.”

“What do you wanna do? Pizza?”

“Sure, love. Pizza works.”

“Sweet.” Jensen grabbed his phone as it dinged with a message from dispatch. “Damn.”


“No. Burglary,” Jensen muttered, dropping his phone to the table. “I think I’m gonna have to go back to L.A. before I go stir-crazy.”

“If he sticks to only killing on a full moon, the next scene will be after the girls are out of school. You can be at the next scene if… if we haven’t found him by then.” Bo shook his head. “At this rate, you’ll be able to go to several of his scenes.”

“You’ll get him, Eli.”

Bo offered a smile. “Thanks, love.”


“Uncle Bo?”

Bo lifted his gaze to Katie Mason’s face, a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. “What’s up, Kit-Kat?”

Katie set a folder on the counter as she sat down on one of the barstools. “College applications. I don’t have to worry about it until next school year, but I’d like to not have to worry about all of that next year.”

“Understandable.” Bo crossed his arms over his chest. “Where do you think you’re going to go?”

“I’m not sure yet. I have a hard time leaving Mom and Dad behind to pick a place out of state, but I think out of state might be a good option,” Katie said.

“You can do whatever you need to, sweetheart.” He cocked his head to the side. “Do you still want to do something psychological?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve been leaning toward guidance counsellor lately. I wanna work at a school and help kids like me, you know? Kids that have trouble learning and they feel like shit because of it. Or kids that are bullied. I wanna help someone the way you helped me,” Katie said.

Bo smiled. “That’s amazing, Katie. Doing something you’re passionate about is always going to be the best option out there,” he said.

She nodded. “I worry about what Mom and Dad’ll think if I do decide to leave state. I don’t wanna hurt them.”

“Sweetheart, as long as you call them on the regular and come home for the holidays, your parents are going to support you one hundred percent,” Bo said.

“You’re sure?”

Bo nodded. “I’ve known your parents long enough to know that much, Kate. They love you. They just want whatever’s best for you.” He turned, setting another plate in the dishwasher before closing the door and starting the cycle. “Do the research on the colleges you want to apply to. You can always talk to your parents about that, too. They’ll be happy to help you figure out the best options,” he said.

“Thanks, Uncle Bo.”

“That’s what I’m here for, kiddo,” Bo assured. Cecilia walked into the kitchen, touching a hand to Bo’s back as she walked past him. “You’re good?” he asked.

Katie nodded, sliding off the chair. “I’ll be in the family room. I think Dad and Uncle Jensen are gonna try and blow up a horde of zombies.”

Bo snorted. “Tell them good luck.”

“Will do.”

Bo watched her leave before turning to face Cecilia. “How’re you doing, Celia? Does he know yet?”

Cecilia shook her head. “Not yet,” she whispered. She offered a smile. “I think he’s just gotta think I’m gaining a little weight at this point.” She lifted her shoulders. “Not that he’s occupying his free time with my existence, but you know.”

“Sorry, Celia.”

“It’s not your fault.” She leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m supposed to find out the gender in two weeks. I want him to be there, and that means I need to give him time to soak it in. I… think I might tell him tonight.”

“I think that’s a good idea. And, you know, I’ll be here if you need anything after you tell him.”


“Of course.” Cecilia pushed herself away from the counter and wrapped her arms around Bo. Silently, Bo enveloped the woman in a hug.

“I’m still worried, Bo. What if I lose the baby again?”

“You won’t,” Bo said. “But if you did, it wouldn’t be your fault. You know that, don’t you?” he asked. She nodded. “Good,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. “He loves the hell out of you, Cecilia. He’s going to be… so excited and so supportive.”

“I know,” she whispered back. “I just wanna stay like this for a minute.”

Bo nodded. “I can do that,” he said softly.


David sat down on the edge of the best, unbuckling his watch. He cleared his throat as he set the watch on the nightstand. “You sleeping in here tonight?” he questioned as Cecilia climbed onto the bed.

“I, umm… Yeah, hopefully. Can we talk?”

He closed his eyes briefly before shifting to look at her. He offered a smile. “I know I’ve been distant, Ceci, and I’m so sorry for that. But we can make this work.”

“Oh, God, David. No, no. I’m not breaking up with you,” she said quickly, reaching out to grab his hands.

“Thank God,” David whispered. He let out a heavy breath. “What’s on your mind, then?”

“Promise not to be mad?” Cecilia asked.

He stared at her for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Promise.”

“I’m fourteen weeks pregnant.”

“Wow,” he breathed. “How long have you known?”

“A while. I was so scared to tell you, Dave. I didn’t…”

“You were scared of losing another baby.”


David shook his head, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’m sorry that I made you feel like you had to hide it from me.” He moved his hands to either side of Cecilia’s face. “I love you so damn much, Cecilia. This is the best fucking news I’ve had in a long time.”

Cecilia leaned forward and hugged the man. “I have an appointment in two weeks. We should be able to find out the gender then.”

David wrapped his arms around her shoulders, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Thank you, Ceci,” he whispered. She only nodded. “I know… I say I want a little girl, and that’s true, but you know I’ll love a little boy. It doesn’t matter which one we have. I’ll love a baby because it’s ours. You know that, don’t you?”

“I know, honey.” Cecilia pulled away from him, holding his face between her hands. “We aren’t going to lose this baby,” she said, shaking her head. “We’re going to be healthy, and the baby’s gonna be just fine, and we’re gonna love the hell out of it.”

“Yes,” he whispered simply, kissing her. He pulled her back into a hug. “I love you, Cecilia.”

“I love you, too, David.”

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