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that she faced the wall behind her. She had some proofs of shots she was planning to use for her gallery show but she didn’t even see them. She didn’t see anything. She just stared straight ahead and waited. For what? Livy had no idea.
     
    “How do you tolerate that noise?” Dee-Ann Smith asked, her cold, dead, dog-like eyes glaring. She sat behind a desk with absolutely nothing on it. No computer. No paper. No phone. Not even a little lamp. There was just a chair on one side, two chairs on the other, and a metal desk in between. And there was just something so damn disturbing about that. The woman had missed her true calling as a Soviet agent during the Cold War. The Communists might have actually won with her on their side.
    Vic shrugged. “What noise?”
    “ That noise.” She pointed at Shen, who sat next to him, munching on his bamboo.
    “What about it?” Vic asked her.
    “That doesn’t annoy you?”
    “Not as much as it’s obviously annoying you.” Vic raised his hands, then lowered them. “Did you hear anything I just told you?”
    Before Dee-Ann could answer, Cella Malone suddenly slid into the doorway, her shoulder hitting the defenseless wood there.
    “Sorry I’m late,” Cella said, smiling at Vic and Shen. “What are we talking about?”
    “Was wondering if that bamboo eatin’ gets on ol’ Vic’s nerves.”
    Vic’s mouth dropped open at Dee’s words. That was her main concern?
    Cella, now standing beside Dee on the other side of the desk, placed her hands on her hips and stared down at Shen. “I think I could get used to it. Besides, as a male, there are definitely worse things he could be doing.”
    Dee grunted. “You have a point.”
    “And let’s face it, you canines have a very low tolerance for sounds.”
    “All shifters are sensitive to sound.”
    “We are, but you guys get weirded out by the most minor noises. And when I’m traveling with the team and we all hear a siren, only the canines start all that goddamn howling.”
    “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a good howl, feline. Better than hissin’ like a slowly deflating air bag.”
    “I’m getting cranky,” Vic announced and he watched the two females slowly turn their attention directly on him. “Cranky,” he growled out between clenched teeth.
    “Problem?” Dee-Ann asked him.
    “Why did I come all this way if it was a waste of time?”
    “Don’t worry. You’ll get paid for your information.”
    Out of the corner of his eye, Vic saw Shen wince. And with good reason. He wasn’t some rat like Bohdan, running around, passing out info for coins or to get out of trouble. And it annoyed him when people acted like he was.
    Vic stood and stepped around Shen’s legs.
    “Hold up, hoss.”
    “We’re done, Dee-Ann.”
    “Wait.”
    Vic stopped.
    “Close the door, hoss.”
    Vic glanced back at Dee-Ann. After a moment, he stepped back and closed the door.
    Dee-Ann moved from the chair to her desk, resting her ass against the metal. She motioned to Cella and the She-tiger leaned in. They whispered back and forth to each other for nearly a minute before they focused on him again.
    Finally, Vic couldn’t take it anymore. “What’s going on?”
    “Management,” Cella said, “has been backing off finding Whitlan.”
    “How long has this been going on?”
    “Few months.”
    “Why?”
    “We’re not sure. But they’re definitely not putting the resources to it that they had been.”
    “But we ain’t giving up,” Dee-Ann said flatly.
    “We’ve been given different assignments, but we just can’t let this go,” Cella explained.
    “You can’t work on it openly, though,” Vic guessed.
    “We have other assignments. But if you have some free time . . .”
    “You want me to do what three major organizations haven’t been able to do in more than two years.”
    Dee-Ann grinned. “Yup.”
     
    “Hi, Livy!”
    Livy, working hard not to sigh, swiveled her desk chair around and gazed at the wolfdog standing in her