Revenge: Best Served Cold...

“Hannibal!” Bambi looked down at the blinking cat as his bellow echoed through the ranger station. Almost perfect silence greeted him—almost perfect. He was sure he’d heard a faint snigger come from his boss’s office. He signed, and tried to shoe the cat off his chair. It had been a month since the “scapegoat” incident. When nothing in the way of practical jokes—or even any real ribbing—came his way, he’d figured it wasn’t coming.


Wrong. Apparently his perpetually immature boss had just been biding his time, waiting for Bambi to drop his guard. And now there was a cat sitting at his desk, wearing a goat costume, with a note pinned to its collar asking him to process “the perp” for possible involvement in car thefts.

It was a real cat, too, not a shifter. What, pray tell, was he going to do with a cat dressed like a goat?

“Hannibal, it’s asking for a lawyer!” he called back as sudden inspiration struck him.

“Then call the DA’s office and ask for one!” Hannibal called back, the giggle in his voice sounding very at-odds with his deep, deep ram’s voice. Hannibal was his best friend Bo’s older brother. He’d been too old to hand out with Bambi and Bo when they were kids, but that hadn’t stopped the massively built bighorn from terrorizing him and Bo. Bambi grinned. It wasn’t like he was a button buck anymore, though.

“Boss, you know the request has to come from the shift supervisor. You have to do it.”

“Shit!”

Checkmate! Now let’s see how long it takes him to admit this was a prank!