Chapter Eight: Research the Answers

Chapter Eight: Research the Answers

"It isn't like they don't know by know that we're looking for them. We've looked all over town, even the towns over the state border, and have found nothing but faint traces, and even then, we can't be sure." Adam said as he paced back and forth. He stood in sweatpants and a tight fitting white tee that showed his muscle mass. He'd been pacing contemplating this for about an hour, and it was starting to get on my nerves.

Mercy emerged from the kitchen to counter his contemplation. Her dark brown hair was like a raven waiting atop a high building; fierce, but beautiful. It wavered as she walked toward him. She stopped only to rest a hand on his chest in an attempt to calm him down. At that point, I walked briskly out of the room. I did not need to see this.

"But what if they haven't, I mean we haven't been that obvious about what we're after. Think about it, they could just be hiding." She reassured him.

"But it doesn't make sense. Why would they hide after making so many attempts to kill the boy? Why don't they finish what they started?

"I don't know. It does not make sense. I do not know why they try to get what they came for so many times, and then just stop so suddenly. Maybe something has interfered?"

"I don't think so, that doesn't seem right. Anyone with that much power would not just be cut off like this Mercy; there would be a reason to it."

"So what are you getting at?" She asked. "That we go and find their supplier and get answers or something? That does not sound likely. There are many medicinal suppliers here; we would never know were to start.

"I would start by looking in a four mile radius of their last attacking. If nothing shows up, then broaden your search. If hospitals do not have it, check pharmacies, even vets offices if you have to. Just find the answers."

She nodded and walked away without another word. She knew how far she could go with Adam, and she knew that now was not the time to agitate him. When she walked by the door, she waved to me, said goodnight, and gave warning to give him room for a while. I thanked her, saw her walk to her house, then made sure everything was ok.

I began to walk into the hallway to go upstairs when I heard a loud THUNK on the wall down stairs. I just told myself he was venting, and did not think anything more as I walked to my room.

He never calmed down, even at three o'clock in the morning. Adam was still up, doing something to calm himself. At one point, he was working out, at another he was reading on the sofa, and when I woke up, he was on the computer; probably researching something about the drugs.

I walked past him to the kitchen. The computer room connected the hall to my room and the kitchen. I grabbed something to eat, as well as a glass of water, then headed back.

When I was on my way back through, Adam said, " Hi Allan" without looking up from the screen, it gave me a weird feeling. The hall was dark, but I managed enough to get to the room without running into anything.

I ate my food, then crawled into bed. The sheets were warm against my cool skin. I took in a breath, and wondered briefly about Adam before drifting off to sleep.

The Morning came quickly, and I did not sleep well. When I walked down the hall, Adam was still sitting at the computer, now wearing flannel sleeping pants and a white tee shirt. Sitting toward the far right corner of the desk, a burning hot cup of Colombian Coffee with a good helping of milk and sugar Awaited his tasting. He always had his coffee like that, loaded with sugar. I continued to walk toward the kitchen, and two wolves came to greet me. They were cooking food, and I was hungry, so I thought I would stick around and see what I could do to help. The food was cooked, no thanks to me—I mean, I am a lousy cook anyway.

We ate the food with relatively no chatter. When we were finished, we put the dishes in the sink, seconds before Mercy walked in the door.


The van drove a little shaky. After what he had been told, he had to push the van to its limits. It was only a matter of time before they came after the boy again, he knew that much, and with that in mind, he push the pedal to the floor even harder. The van flew past exit sign after exit sign before the driver noticed the sign for Kennewick. When he saw that he had an hour to go, he cursed. He told himself he was not going to make it by deadline, but you could bet he was going to try.

Town was empty, at least to him it was. He knew where the house was, so he drove down the fifth street to his left, from there followed his nose. He was a Werewolf. His name, Samuel. He pulled up to the trailer next to Adam's house at deadly speed, hitting the curb before he stopped. The door swung open as he lunged out to tell Mercy what he knew about the situation. He started down the path before going back to shut the door.


Mercy placed her coat on the table and said her greetings before informing us that we were going to have an unexpected visitor tonight. She also told us that he was a doctor, and that she had done research on the drugging they used on Allan.

"It's a veterinary drug, and that's basically all I have found out." She explained, "The name is DSMO, or Dimethyl Sulfoxide."

Everyone including me looked at he with puzzlement.

She sighed. "I'll have the doctor explain it to you, maybe then you'll understand it."

We had no argument there.

The doorbell rang. Everyone in the house turned in anxious curiosity of our guest; to wait for what he had to say.

Adam braced himself from the computer chair, and stumbled toward the front door, mumbling as he went. He was not dressed for company. Nobody was but Mercedes. Everyone else was in PJ's.

The door opened, and a small gust of cold air filtered throughout the house. It felt good on his face, woke him up a bit. He'd need it, he could tell.


"Hello—Is Mercy Here?" The Man asked.

" Yeah, she's inside. Come in" Adam said promptly.

"Thank you."

He closed the door just after the man walked into the lobby. Adam looked him over silently. Tall. Clean cut. Short hair, yet stylish; and proper. He was fine. Nothing jumped out about him. Then he took a breath in, and noticed, to his surprise, that he had just let another wolf into his house. HIS territory, and didn't realize it until now? He could get killed if this turned into a dominance match. Shit. Not what Allan needs.

"Well, long time no see Mercedes," the man said as he walked up to the kitchen. He looked at her, and offered a hug, which she took gratefully. She gave him a peck on the cheek as her hello.

"Yes, it has been a while hasn't it Sam?" She laughed, "Where are you hiding these days?"

"Nowhere you'd want to be, let's leave it at that."

"Bran giving you trouble again?"

"Yeah, in a sense, he keeps wanting me to go back home, but I don't want to."

"He'll never change." She told him, "So anyway, let me introduce you to everybody."

"I would love it." He replied.

"Well, you've already met Adam; he's the alpha here for the local pack. Warren and Darren are at the store, they should be back soon. This one here is Allan." She said as she put a hand on my shoulder.

"Hello Allan, My name is Samuel Cornik. I believe I have figured out some key pieces of information about your attackers, and that is why I am here." Sam said.

"Nice to meet you; anything at this point will help…I just don't want to die."

"And that is why we called a meeting here tonight with Mr. Cornik here." Adam chimed in.

" Well let's get going shall we?" Sam asked, "Unless you have other matters of business that need attendance beforehand?"

"No, No go ahead, proceed." Adam said, giving him the floor.

"Well ok then."

"The drug they used is called DSMO, or Dimethyl Sulfoxide if you want to get technical," he began, " it has many uses as a pain killer and anesthetic for surgery, and things of that sort. Now why they're using it in this context I haven't the slightest idea. I am having some of it tested for underlying chemicals and contents I may not be aware of."

"So how common is it?" Adam asked, "Could I get some if I wanted it?"

"No, only medical personnel can get their hands on this type of thing. I can get some if I wanted to through my veterinary practice. I would just have to order it. Other than that though, yes, I suppose if you knew the right people, you could get your hands on some. It isn't impossible."

"So these people after Allan are not necessarily in the medical field?" Mercy asked.

"No, they were, they had to have been. You need a medical license to get it. Plus depending on what I find in the drug, like a paralyzer or something, it would tell us where they practice medicine."

"So when will you know?" Adam asked while glancing over at Mercedes.

"I won't know for another few hours. The drug test will take time. I will inform you when I get more information."

"O.k, sounds good." Mercy said, " I was just about to eat dinner Sam, you can join me if you want."

"Why thank you Mercy for the kind gesture," Sam said as he kissed Mercy on the cheek. "I will take you up on that offer. I haven't eaten all day."

They walked out of the house and down the path to her house. I sat and watched as the door closed behind them before leaving the kitchen area. The others left already and were watching T.V and doing other various activities when I emerged.

"We'll get to the bottom of this Allan; it may just take some time." Warren said from the couch. He stood to walk up to me. "You are brave for what you have done. Go and rest; we will get you when we're ready."

I did not argue. I was tired from the lack of sleep last night. I walked to my room and fell asleep within minutes.


The phone rang. It was loud. She wondered if he was loosing his hearing. He sighed, and reached over to the phone sitting on the side-table. He flipped it open and answered without looking who it was.

"What can you tell me?" He asked.

"Hello to you too Samuel." The voice replied. "We have some results that might catch your interest."

"O.K, tell me."

"Well, within the Dimethyl Sulfoxide, we found the reduced content of silver. If this silver is ever bonded with the DSMO, it would be deadly to those with an allergic reaction to silver; Y'know like werewolves or something. It would kill them with a big enough dosage."

"That isn't good." Sam replied, "How did the silver get there?"

"I don't know. I do know that it is a good thing we caught it know and not later. We think we know who did this to the Dimethyl Sulfoxide though. There is a retired veterinary doctor in Montana that ordered some of this stuff in massive quantities; the illegal size. I would advise you to check it out."

"O.k, thank you for the update. Keep me posted if you find anything more."

With that, he hung up the phone, grabbed his coat, and headed for the door. Mercedes was still cleaning up after dinner. She never knew he left.

The bell rang again at the house. Adam went to the door to let the guest in. Samuel stood straight in a leather jacket and jeans; patiently waiting to be let in.

"I have news. Let me in." Sam demanded.

"Right this way sir," Adam said as he stepped aside.

Samuel walked in with haste. He threw his jacket on the couch and began talking, almost like we were listening.

"The Dimethyl Sulfoxide had traces of silver in it. It could kill any of you it comes into contact with depending on the dosage."

"Wow. That is wicked gay." I said, "They could have killed me with the injection?"

"Yes, they could have." Sam said, "We need to find the man responsible for this. He is supposed to be somewhere in Montana. The sooner we find him, the better."

"We'll set out in four hours then. I will not wait another day for him to kill someone else when we can prevent it now." Adam scowled.

We left late; somewhere near midnight. I was tired; and was not looking forward to the drive. We pulled onto the highway in a flock of fifteen cars. We are ready for a battle…but is he?