The Texas Shifter's Mate

Setting her tote bag down on the table, she pulled out her laptop and powered it up. Might as well check the internet connection before the meeting. Maddie had also promised to be there early so they could get everything set up. Carmen, too, though, like Maddie she’d had to work so would have to come straight from her job. As long as they were here before Zach and his family.

Shayla opened a thick manila folder. She’d printed out all of the research she’d done on virgin sacrifices, both in human history and Merfolk. She’d been tempted to ask her father to speak to Poseidon, but she knew all kinds of trouble came from getting the Sea God involved.

She slipped off her high heels, rubbing her aching feet together before taking a seat. While she loved the way the red-soled, spike-heeled shoes looked, she still hadn’t gotten used to walking in them. That hadn’t stopped her from buying several pairs. She figured she might as well build up her collection.

Now to deal with the business at hand. Time to make notes and see if she—along with Maddie and Carmen—could come up with any sort of plausible theory as to who might be holding Nantha. All before meeting with the young Mermaid’s parents and Zach at eight.

Maddie arrived thirty minutes later, when Shayla had just gotten into the research. Distracted, Shayla looked up when the door opened, slightly disoriented.

“Hey,” Maddie said, by way of greeting. “You seem really lost in thought.”

Shayla indicated the papers scattered all around her on the table. “Research.” She glanced at her watch, surprised to see thirty minutes had already passed. She’d also just about drained her ginger ale.

“Great.” Maddie pulled out a chair. “Fill me in.”

Shayla told her what she knew about the note and the follow-up phone call that Zach had received.

“Virgins?” Maddie asked, her tone incredulous. “So are we to infer from this that young Nantha is not?”

“Apparently.” Shayla shrugged. “She’s seventeen, after all.” And her people were known to have a very casual attitude toward pleasures of the flesh.

Maddie grinned. “I know what you mean.” She indicated the stack of articles. “What have you found out?”

“I don’t have anything but folklore.”

“Ah. The old virgin sacrifice trope?”

Shayla nodded. “Yes. For all I know, that could be nonsense inserted just to cause a smoke screen and throw off searchers. I just hope whoever has this young Mermaid understands how badly she has to be in water every so often.”

Maddie nodded, her gaze troubled. “We’ve got to find her,” she said. “It’s not only our first case, but I can’t help but think of my own little sister. I can’t imagine how I’d feel if something like this happened to her.”

“Agreed.” Shayla thought of Zach, of the way his hard features softened when he spoke of his stepsister. Seeing a man like him, so strong and rugged, at such a loss, made her feel as if she’d do anything to wipe that look of pain from his face.

“Since we don’t know if the demand for virgins thing is real or a smoke screen, we’ve got to find out if there are any other missing Mermaids,” Shayla continued. “I’ve already left word with the Pod—our Mer-council. Surely they’ll have records if anything like that has happened.”

“Right. And both you and Zach have contacted the Pack Protectors. So there’s that.”

Shayla nodded, struggling not to show her frustration. “You know in human disappearance cases, the first twenty-four hours are the most important. They say the chances of the victim being found alive diminishes exponentially for every hour after that. We’re at day four now.”

“That can’t be good.” Maddie sighed. “This is the part where I wish we had more experience as private investigators.”

“I agree, but I’m not sure how even experience would help in this instance,” Shayla said. “We have no witnesses, no evidence, nothing except this weird sort-of-ransom note. According to Zach there’s not even a way to contact them.”

“Yet,” Maddie said darkly. “I’m sure that’s next.”

The door opened, and Carmen glided into the room. Quickly, since Zach and his family would be there soon, Shayla and Maddie filled her in.

“Missing Mermaids,” Carmen mused. “If there are, we’ve got to find the reason. That’s what will lead us to the perps. Revenge? Lust? Love? Or is it something else?”

No one spoke, because no one had an answer. Shayla divided up the research, and they all began reading.

As before, time seemed to fly. A waiter appeared, bringing a pitcher of ice water and a tray of glasses. Carmen ordered a bottle of blood. Both Shayla and Maddie decided to stick with water.

Finally, Zach and his parents arrived. The instant Shayla caught sight of him, all the air seemed to leave the room. He ushered them inside, fussing over his mother, a tiny female Shifter with delicate features and neatly braided hair. Shayla’s gaze drifted past her to the stepfather, a tall, angular Merman whose mouth fell open in shock when he met her gaze. Crud. She should have thought of this. For whatever reason, she hadn’t considered the possibility that he’d recognize her.

“You’re...” Clearly stunned, he couldn’t finish.

“I’m Shayla,” she said firmly, holding out her hand. “One of the owners of the Shadow Agency.”

“Sorry,” Zach said, turning. “Shayla, this is Ion, and my mother, June. And this is Maddie and Carmen. They’re the other two partners.” He took a deep breath. “They’re all helping search for Nantha.”

June nodded, her gaze slipping past Carmen to return to light on her son. Meanwhile, Ion continued to stand, apparently frozen in shock. He didn’t take Shayla’s hand, though he did perform an awkward sort of bow in her general direction.

Of course, Zach noticed. “Ion, what’s wrong?”

Slowly, the tall Merman swiveled his silver head to meet Zach’s gaze. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“What?” Clearly puzzled, Zach frowned. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Princess Shayla.” Ion turned to face her, bowing again. “I am honored by your presence, though I admit to being confused. What ruse is this?”

Great. Now her secret was out in the open. Shayla sighed. She’d really hoped Zach’s stepfather would have the sense to keep her underwater status to himself. She hadn’t told anyone, not even her closest friends. Glancing at them, she swallowed hard. Even Maddie and Carmen stared, their expressions both stunned and confused. Of course, she couldn’t blame them. They’d had no idea she was anything other than an ordinary Mermaid.