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Word gets out there's a meatball bandit on campus, so Tony offers to help the curly-haired woman who makes his Devil think naughty thoughts. Will she scratch his back in return?
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The sounds of footsteps coming quickly down the corridor did nothing to quell the racing of Sofia’s heart.
“Come on, doll face, you can do this,” the devil whispered in her ear.
Dammit, if that didn’t excite her. She searched the personnel and registration files for everyone on campus using the parameters Tony had given her.
They were looking for a predator. A fox who was approximately 19-23 years-old. Since the person in question was the victim of a child abduction it stood to reason he did not know his correct age. His DNA test would have been labelled corrupted and a request to redo the test might have been ordered. There were a lot of might’s and maybe’s on this hunt.
“Anything yet?”
“It’s searching, I can’t make it go faster.”
“Alright then, let’s forget it.”
“No.”
“Let’s go, they’re gettin’ closer,” his growly voice sent shivers down her spine.
Sofia wasn’t going to give up. Not until the last second. She was so close she could taste it. And she wasn’t about to give up. Not when it could mean solving her question of who was stealing Maude’s meatless meatballs from the cafeteria, and more importantly, reunite a family.
“I swear, woman, I will rip the plug out of the wall. Let’s go!”
“One more second-”
Just then the lights came on. Suddenly, Tony and Sofia were surrounded by half a dozen FUC agents. She recognized them all and knew they meant business.
Drat.
“Alright you two, get your hands up! You’ve been FUC’d!” Yelled a particularly bouncy agent.
Sofia identified the infamous FUC agent and bombshell blonde as one Miranda Brownsmith. She was practically a legend at the university and an absolute favorite of Sofia’s because they shared a common order, Rodentia. Miranda was a bunny shifter. A giant kick ass bunny, but a bunny, nonetheless.
“Minchia,” grumbled Tony. Another of his colorful Italian cusswords that Sofia was growing to recognize. Though what a dick had to do with the situation was beyond her.
“Well, Ms. Pelosi what do you have to say for yourself?” Asked the bunny.
“The devil made me do it!” Sofia quipped then shrugged at Tony’s low growl and eyeroll.