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much.  A newly turned were might kill a human in a fit of rage or loss of control.  That’s bad.  But it looks to me like this one stalked the hunter and then ate his heart.  That’s a dominance thing. That’s rogue. Who was this hunter?” she asked again.
     
    “Morris Alcombe the Fourth,” Buck said. “His family used to own the paper mill in town.  After his father died two years ago, Morris sold the mill to a big paper company that promptly shut it down.”
     
    “And destroyed the local economy in the process.  Morris wasn’t a popular guy, was he?” Lisa asked.
     
    “The current story is that he was mauled to death by a bear.  The locals want to give the bear a medal,” Buck said.
     
    “How does a girl… er… woman who lives in New York City know so much about werewolves and their laws?” Sounder asked.
     
    “Where do you think weres live, Warden?  Out here in the great wilderness?” she asked, speaking again before he could answer.  “Granted, it’s a great place for them to run, but werewolves spend at least eighty-five percent or more of their lives as humans.  That means jobs, houses, schools, and society.  Werewolves organize in packs.  A single werewolf could possibly stand it up here, but they’re generally extremely social, maybe more so than regular humans.  So packs need economies that work.  The biggest pack in North America lives in New York City.”
     
    “You’re saying they live in cities for jobs?” Sounder asked.
     
    “Is that so hard to imagine?  They’re doctors, lawyers, teachers, construction workers, business owners, store clerks,” she said.
     
    “And just what job do you have that you know so much about them?” Sounder asked.
     
    She’d known that question would be coming.  After running a half-dozen lies, partial lies, and fabrications through her head on the drive up, she’d decided on the simple truth.
     
    “I work for the Demidova Corporation,” she said.
     
    They all looked at her: the three guides, the warden, and the sheriff’s deputy, who paused in the act of tweezering the pinecone into an evidence bag.
     
    “What do you do for them ?” Olson asked.
     
    “I fix problems, and you gentlemen, have a serious problem.  This isn’t a mauling—this is a murder.  Somebody killed Mr. Alcombe with calculated intent and ate his heart.”

Chapter 3
     
    They got back to the hunting camp just after dark.  The men had become noticeably anxious as the sun went down, but Lisa stayed calm.  Brady, the police dog, took his cue from her rather than his warden partner.
     
    “Do you have any open rooms in the lodge I can rent?” Lisa asked Shorty.
     
    “What?” both he and Buck asked at almost the same time.
     
    “I need a place to stay and I didn’t see any motels on the way in or out of town.  Plus, this is close to the murder scene.  You serve meals too, right?”
     
    “Well, ah,” Shorty began, looking to the deputy, who simply shrugged.  “Yeah, got rooms.  Cabins are all booked.  We do breakfast and dinner and offer a bag lunch.”
     
    “Works for me,” she said, heading for her Jeep.  Buck followed.
     
    “You can’t go running around the crime scene unescorted and unarmed like you did tonight,” he said.
     
    She had followed the werewolf’s trail out of the deer stand and then disappeared into the thick Maine woods for a solid fifteen minutes, which had left all the men sullen and anxious.
     
    Opening the back of the Jeep, she pulled a duffle bag and a short nylon case from inside.  “First, Sergeant Thompson, I’m far safer out there than any of you.  I know all about werewolves… you don’t.  I went into the wind.  The dog, Brady, would have alerted if anything had been out there.  Second, who says I’m unarmed?” she asked, hefting the gun case.  “Speaking of which, you packing silver ammo in that Sig Sauer and your Mossberg 930?” she asked before he could answer her first