The man released Kira and stepped back, gazing at Jax without a trace of fear. “Is there a problem?”

“Not as long as you keep your hands off her.” He returned the newcomer’s stare without flinching.

“Kira?” he asked, the question obvious.

She shot Jax a look before answering. “Please pardon Jax. His animal side gets a bit testy when other guys so much as breathe in my direction.”

“Yeah, well. No harm done.” He dismissed the incident.

Good thing, because Jax offered no explanation or apology. There wasn’t time for the first, and his wolf said screw the second. Kira was his. Period.

Introductions were brief, Nick getting right to the point. They were in and out, and A.J. was coming with them. The man’s lack of resistance made Jax think the guard and their boss had discussed this beforehand, and he suspected A.J. had been briefed on what the Alpha Project was all about.

In fact, there was something about the way he held himself, the ease of his movements, that told Jax this man was more than a run-of-the-mill security guard. A.J. kept an eye on the position of each man, and was also very aware of his surroundings, keeping his ears open. Oh, his scent was human, but Jax would bet his life savings the man had a military background, or was a former cop.

And if so, how had he wound up working here? It would be a definite career step down.

There wasn’t time to speculate further, because A.J. took the lead, pointing to a corner. “See that camera? When it points toward the bay doors, we haul ass to the elevator. Get ready . . . Go!”

Kira right behind him, they jogged for the elevator. A.J. punched the down button and the doors slid open, and they hurried inside. Before the camera completed its circuit, they were on their way to the basement.

“How many other guards are on duty tonight?” Nick asked.

“Two, as far as the regular uniformed ones like me. But Kira’s disappearance coupled with some items we heard were missing from the lab have the big guys really nervous. There are some suits hanging around, and they’re armed.”

The guard’s choice of words caught Jax’s attention. “You heard about some items reported missing? There wasn’t an official notice or memo to the company’s employees about the theft?”

A.J.’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course not. Wouldn’t that be like a serial killer publicly complaining that someone had swiped his victim from under his nose?”

No one found fault with that logic.

“That’s one more nail in Chappell’s coffin,” Nick said as they exited the elevator. “Assuming he’s the apex of the power structure.”

“But you don’t think so,” Jax observed.

“No, I don’t. That’s too easy, and if I’ve learned anything in my existence it’s that no move in the game of world domination is ever simple.”

Too true. His boss’s quiet words made him shudder, and wonder where all of these threads would lead. Even a powerful PreCog like Nick couldn’t know everything. But if the white wolf could keep them one step ahead of death and destruction, it would be more than any of their former leaders—human or not—had been able to accomplish.

The group trekked down a long brightly lit corridor, everyone strung tight, waiting for discovery. The sound of a raised alarm. But the building was eerily silent as they went, footsteps shuffling on the concrete and echoing off the stark walls. Close to the end, Kira gestured to a closed door, no different in appearance from the others lining the passage.

“This is the lab where I got the samples,” she told them, keeping her voice low. “I didn’t get a chance to do a very thorough search, but the corresponding paperwork to whatever tests they’re conducting should be here unless they’ve moved it.”

“Let’s give it a try,” Nick said. “Even though they brought in extra muscle, I doubt they banked on the cavalry showing up so soon.”

Inside, they found pretty much what Jax expected. There weren’t any grisly body parts hanging from the ceiling or spread on the counter for dissection, à la Texas Chain Saw Massacre. The space was clean and orderly, so sterile one could eat off the counter. Not that anyone would.

Kira removed a Ziploc bag from one of the large pockets of her camos. “I’m going to grab a few more samples from the cabinets. The records will be on the computer, through there,” she said, pointing toward an office. “They might also have hard copies in the filing cabinet we can copy, but if one of you can hack in, it’ll be much easier to download all the info onto a thumb drive.”

Zan held up the small device in question and headed for the office. “I’ll give it a shot. How will I know what I’m looking for?”

Nick answered. “Just download everything and we’ll sort through it later.”

“Gotcha.” Ryon and Nick followed him, while Aric and A.J. stood near the door, listening for any sign of unwelcome company.

Jax accompanied Kira across the room and watched as she fished an old key from her pocket. She tried to use it to unlock the cabinet, but it wouldn’t fit.

“Damn it. This is the key I stole from Dr. Bowman and used to get in before. They must’ve changed the lock.” She tossed it aside in frustration.

“Here, let me help.”

Reaching up, he grabbed the handle and pulled with steady force. He was tempted to smile at her dubious expression, but his macho display was using the precious reserves of energy he still had left. The wood began to creak, groan . . . and then snapped with a sharp crack. He tossed the cabinet door onto the counter and gestured to the many containers inside.

“There you go. Have at it.”

“Wow. Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Quickly, she set about sorting through the samples, discarding some and taking others. Soon her baggie was filled with more of the type of tissue she’d brought them before. “That should be enough,” she said, sealing the plastic. “Let’s go see if Zan is having any luck.”

In the small lab office, Zan was hunkered at the computer, frowning at the screen along with Ryon and Nick. The thumb drive was in place, downloads apparently progressing.

“What’s so interesting?” Jax asked. Kira moved to his side, pressing close.

“I can’t make much of this testing stuff—nothing at all, really—but I’ve noticed that each document has a number at the top. I think they’re using case file numbers instead of names to ID their test subjects.”

“That would be standard,” Kira said. “NewLife has to protect the identities of organ donors and their recipients.”

“Yeah, but even so, their corresponding names would be recorded somewhere, right?”

“They should be,” she told him. “Also, see how there’s a date at the top of each section of the document? That shows the date each test was done on the subject, with a description of what was done and how the subject reacted to whatever they did.”

Nick spoke up. “So what we’ve found is the doctors’ files on what’s being done to each person and when, whether they’re human or shifter.”

Kira nodded. “Looks like it. I’d feel better if Zan hurries and gets it all, like you said, so we can get the hell out of here and study this stuff later.”

“She’s right,” Jax said, a sense of urgency riding him harder than before. “And we’ve still got more poking around to do before we can go.”

Nick let out a breath. “There’s a stench permeating the very walls of this place. Blood, sweat, hunger, terror, death. We need to hurry, or more lives will be lost.”

Zan completed the transfer of data in a matter of minutes and pocketed the thumb drive. Jax prayed the proof they needed was on the device, because they’d never be able to get inside a NewLife property again without launching a full-blown attack.

When they were ready to move again, Nick glanced between Kira and A.J. “Where to now?”

“I found something interesting after Kira took off the other night,” A.J. said in a low voice. “This isn’t the only area restricted to regular staff.”