Catherine Pinkerton Novels & Stories

Catherine was the person directing you toward the story from outside it. She had held the phone and understood immediately that he was right. The message that sent her to Edinburgh had arrived before Harmon revealed himself. The message that identified the second structure had arrived before Ashdown’s lawyers knew how far the investigation had reached. The messages had been ahead of the events, not responding to them. Ahead, because the person sending them had been inside the architecture of the operation for fourteen years and had known in advance which direction the events were going to move. Catherine Pemberton had been guiding the case from the beginning.

"Months at least. Maybe longer." An elderly woman pushed through the crowd. The pack healer I recognized from my first days here. "I suspected," she said quietly. "Strange scents around her chambers. Wolves disappearing. But I had no proof. I didn't think anyone would believe me." More voices joined in. "My sister disappeared two months ago..." "My son vanished during border patrol..." "Three omegas from my sector... gone without a trace..." Nolan's jaw clenched. "How many?" he asked hoarsely. "How many wolves did she sell?"