Wolves of Haven : Lone

Lone Wolf

"Impressive work, Officer," Damian said, reading over the report Leclair put together cataloguing the first victim's activities prior to his death. "These stops along the freeway, are you familiar with them?"

"Highway, Sir," Leclair corrected. "In Canada we call them Highways, and yes. If you like I can follow up with the ferry routes along the Trans-Canada as well and see if he utilized those means for his load since his log book had been penciled in along the way and not completely accurate; in the States he was out of hours a few times, and yet he wasn't fined."

Damian nodded. "What was he hauling? The report isn't entirely clear."

"Last trailer dropped was to a mill on the mainland," he said, reading through his notes. "A dry resin component used for the manufacturing process at that mill; they make kayaks and canoes. High end, handmade items," he explained when Damian snorted. "I can run background checks if you like. There are only ten employees, and they are all related, so it wouldn't be hard."

"That isn't necessary," Damian assured him, trying to keep from making a face. The Officer was very thorough, but too thorough and with way too many details that are redundant. Akia used to be the same way, but after blacking out most of her reports, only leaving the pertinent information in them when he handed them back for her to redo, she quickly grasped what he was trying to teach her. With that said, Officer Leclair wasn't one of his Officers, and this was only a stopping ground, thus he wouldn't bother with breaking out the black Sharpie and having him redo the report. "Let me know what you find out from the harbor masters or whatever it is you call them here."

Leclair nodded. "Yes, Sir," he said then hurried to grab his jacket before hitting the road.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he has a crush on you," Akia mumbled under her breath as she looked through the report Damian blindingly handed back to her; he knew she was there and waiting for it.

"Most likely," he agreed. "I hear that I am a hot piece of ass."

She rolled her eyes then headed towards the stairs to pay Connell a visit since Damian was annoying her with his apparent enjoyment of the giggling, flirtatious women at the station. It was dangerous for her to run around unchecked at the moment, and she was hoping that her brother had something to give her that would keep her focused on the task at hand and to keep the fantasies of ripping the throat out of each woman that touched what was hers from becoming a reality.

"Are you mad at me?" Damian asked, following her down the stairs.

"Yes, you bit me," she reminded him, holding her hand above her head and flipped him off.

He chuckled, shaking his head; she was ridiculously observant when she needed to be, but a complete airhead when it came to what was right in front of her of the non-case variety. "Yes, I suppose I did. Maybe I was leaving you a little something to remember that it'll be my guest room you will be sleeping in tonight if all goes according to plan."

Akia shook her head; Damian was being mentally exhaustive and ridiculously annoying for some reason. "Are you trying to annoy me to death?" she asked before pushing through the door at the end of the hallway.

Again, he chuckled. "No, not in the least," he assured her. "Just trying to remind you that I'm here for you no matter what," he said, resting his hand on the small of her back now that they were out of view of the others. "There is a method to my means," he whispered, leaning into her as they walked. "You know me so my methodology shouldn't surprise you."

That was an understatement. Akia knew Damian better than he wished, but the one thing he wished she knew about him she apparently had blinders on for.