Die Like A Man: How one man survived the deadly vendetta of a paranormal assassins guild and took the law into his own hands

Biometrics:

Name: Alistair “Alice” Rohan
Height: 6 feet, 2 inches
Weight: 225 pounds
Scars, marks, and tattoos: see appendix and attached spreadsheet
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Occupation: Police Officer
Former Occupation: Assassin
Race: ... werewolf

Work File:

Completes work on time: exemplary performer
Knows and addresses crime trends: exemplary performer
Gets along with other officers: not satisfactory
Notes: intelligent, responds well to training, disturbingly fast, over-reliance on strength during confrontations but shows restraint in most situations, drives too fast though has not had any preventable vehicle accidents, understand and follows law and policy

Notes (special):

possible vigilante during time off, arrest warrant(s) pending

Notes (special):

refuses to accept his true nature, made need to be eliminated

“Yeah, he’s a hard worker, but he has one purpose, and it doesn’t involve mercy.” (Anonymous training officer)

“He’s good to have on your side in a fight; just stay out of his way.” (Officer Henry Baxter)

“Ro says he doesn’t like music, but you know he’s singing on the way to work and jamming the air guitar, right?” (Officer Monica Skeffington)

CHAPTER TWO: Danger Close

“IT’S been six months, Ro. I don’t want to talk about Ricky,” Monica said.

Rohan controlled his eyes, noticing that she didn’t look at him when she turned the steering wheel. Had she seen the monster?

The smoothness of her skin enthralled him. The beautiful confidence of her manner ignited warm hope in his blood. He'd never noticed such things in his old life. The danger, of course, was the uniform she wore and the duty that came with it.

She'd been trying too hard not to study him, which meant she was trying to figure him out.

Rohan didn't care.

He tried not to breathe, fascination balancing between devotion and deadly hunger. A peculiar stillness held him. Her hands were elegant, her grip athletic and strong, matching the way she carried herself. Monica Skeffington displayed poise and good humor effortlessly. She had smiles for everyone. When the curve at the corner of her mouth came just for him, he cherished the sight and kept the image in his mind.