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question.
     
    “Yes,” he answered, frowning.
     
    “What about Shorty and the others?”
     
    “Shorty makes his own silver buckshot,” he admitted, a bit grudgingly.
     
    “Does he?  Resourceful,” she said.  “So if there’s nothing else, I’m going to check out my room and get ready for dinner.”
     
    “What kind of plan do you have for tomorrow?” he asked.
     
    “Two parts.  I’d like to follow the werewolf’s trail a bit tomorrow morning, and then I think we need to look at your incident reports for the last few months, particularly at the times of the full moon.  See if anything pops out.”
    “Tonight is the last night of the full moon, or does it have to be the night of absolute full?” he asked.
     
    “New weres have to change at full moon.  Primarily the fullest night, but usually the night before that and the night after as well.  But Sergeant, weres don’t need a full moon to transform.  Once they’ve had their first one, they can do it at will.  Also, they are a lot stronger and faster than normal humans, even in normal form.”
     
    “That’s just great.  How much stronger?” he asked.
     
    “Regular handcuffs aren’t much use.  Lock one in the back of a patrol car and you’ll be needing at least one new rear door.”
     
    “Bellini never mentioned that,” he said.
     
    “That’s because regular cops don’t arrest weres. Or if they do, the weres know not to resist.”
     
    “You can’t tell me that none of them resist?” he asked.
     
    “Not if they want to keep living.  Their Pack will ensure that.  But sometimes one will slip a cog or their mental train never went all the way around the track to begin with.  Those become rogues.  They’re a danger to everybody and everything.  Those get put down… fast.”
     
    “Who puts them down?” he asked, frowning.  “You?”
     
    “Anyone who can.  I haven’t.  Put down a lot of other stuff, but not a were.”
     
    “And Demidova Corp has a lot of interaction with werewolves?  Enough that you’re an expert?” he asked.
     
    She shouldered her bag, carrying the short case in her other hand.  “As I said, werewolves need jobs.  Demidova has great jobs.”
     
    “So you work with werewolves and vampires?” he asked, tone slightly incredulous.  “Anything else?  Zombies maybe?”
     
    “Hmm, you’d be amazed at the folks I work with,” she said with a smile.  “Have a good night, Sergeant.  Go home to your wife and daughter.”
     
    “How’d you know I have a wife and daughter?” he asked, suspicious, like maybe she had psychic powers or something.
     
    “I saw a picture on the corner of your desk.  It’s visible from the front door, you know,” she said.
     
    “Oh, right.  Well, good night.  I’ll be around by eight,” he said, unlocking his truck.
     
    Lisa headed to the lodge.  The main door opened into a hallway with a large coat, boot, and gear room immediately off the left, racks hung with enough smelly camouflage for a small army. Across the hall, two pairs of washers and dryers occupied the room on the right.  The rest of the short hallway led into a main room, floored with wide pine planks and walled with tongue and groove knotty pine. It took up the whole back of the building. A big stone fireplace, large enough to roast a small pig, crackled with flame on the left end of the room, beat-up couches and chairs arranged around it.  An old rear projector, large-screen television and satellite receiver occupied the back corner nearest the fireplace, with additional seating in front of it.  It appeared that NFL football was currently playing. Two men lay back in La-Z-Boy recliners, watching the game.
     
    A short bar occupied much of the back wall, complete with two beer taps and a rack of liquor bottles.  A staircase, with railings made of bent and finished twigs and branches, climbed the rest of the back wall, rising from the middle of the room to the upper right corner,