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9 pages, Audible Audio
First published February 19, 2018





Murder was like getting a tattoo. The first one you carefully ask yourself why; each one after you ask yourself why not?
"Something bothering you, Agent Dayton?"
"Nope. Just want to solve this case. And go home and hug my very live cat."
"Should have known you were a cat person."
"Why, because I don't like you?" Cooper muttered as Park left the trailer.
Every time he managed to catch Park's eye, Park would immediately look away, and when Cooper tried to get him alone he'd scamper off. Or whatever the Park equivalent of scamper was. Gracefully glide elsewhere.



Murder was like getting a tattoo. The first one you carefully ask yourself why; each one after you ask yourself why not?A former FBI agent partners up with an agent from The Trust (a werewolf oversight committee) to solve a series of murders in a small town. It’s enemies to trusted partners, to lovers. The story focuses mainly on the murders, and colorful side characters. The relationship between the two men grows slowly, each feeling out if they can trust the other.
“Fortunately, Park seemed more bemused than offended. “Do you disapprove of human-werewolf relationships, Agent Dayton?”Cooper tries so hard to hold everything inside, he doesn’t know if he can trust Park, but he knows he is deeply attracted to him.
“No. Of course not. I—that’s not what I meant. I just didn’t understand...” Cooper trailed off, thoroughly uncomfortable, and Park took pity on him.
“She’s not my type because I’m gay.”
The silence was sharp. Vaguely Cooper was aware his mouth was hanging open. He shut it quickly. Then opened it again to say, “Oh, that’s nice.”






[context to my favorite scene: Cooper just got himself in a potential dangerous situation, scooping out a suspect’s land with the unsub somewhere out there.]
“Park,” Cooper whispered, feeling like an idiot. “Park,” he repeated a little louder, but still not at full talking volume, […] “Park. Agent Park... John Park? Fred? Freddy Park?” Cooper guessed. […]
“C’mon, you bastard. Show me your super hearing. Asshole Park. Huge alpha Park. Big, strong, muscular Park. Amazing Ass Park. Pretty Eyes Park.”
[a little later when Park had rescued Coop from his situation]
“Hey,” Park said. “Oliver.”
“What?”
“My name’s Oliver. Though if you want to call me Pretty Eyes Park again, I promise I’ll still come running.”