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my stinging fingers for a moment. Then I covered her hand with mine.
    “Okay,” I said. “All right. I promise. No secrets.”
    She glanced at me, at my eyes for a breath, and then looked away. She started the car and drove from the parking lot. “All right,” she said. “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you because I need every bit of help I can get. Because if we don’t nail this thing, this werewolf, we’re going to have another truckload of corpses on our hands this month. And,” she sighed, “because if we don’t, I’m going to be out of a job. And you’ll probably end up in jail.”

Chapter Four
    "J ail?” I said. "Jail? Hell, Murphy. Were you planning on mentioning this to me anytime soon?”
    She shot me an irritated scowl, headlights of cars going the opposite way on the highway flaring across her face. “Don’t even start with me, Harry. I’ve had a long month.”
    A dozen questions tried to fight their way out of my mouth. The one that ended up winning was, “Why didn’t you call me in on the other killings, last month?”
    Murphy turned her eyes back to the road. “I wanted to. Believe me. But I couldn’t. Internal Affairs started riding me about what happened with Marcone and Victor Sells last spring. Someone got the idea that I was in cahoots with Marcone. That I helped to murder one of his competitors and took out the ThreeEye drug ring. And so they were poking around pretty hard.”
    I felt an abrupt twinge of guilt. “Because I was on the scene. You had that warrant out for me and then had it rescinded. And then there were all those rumors about me and Marcone, after the whole thing was over . . .”
    Murphy’s lips compressed, and she nodded. “Yeah.”
    “And if you’d have tried to tell me about it, it would have been throwing gasoline on the fire.” I rubbed at my forehead. And it would have gotten me looked at harder, too, by whoever was investigating Murphy. She had been protecting me. I hadn’t even considered what those rumors Marcone had spread might do to anyone besides myself. Way to go, Harry.
    “One thing you’re not is stupid, Dresden,” she confirmed.
    “A little naive, sometimes, but never stupid. IA couldn’t turn anything up, but there are enough people who are certain I’m dirty that, along with the people who already don’t like me, they can screw me over pretty hard, given the chance.”
    “That’s why you didn’t make an issue out of what Agent Benn did,” I guessed. “You’re trying to keep everything quiet.”
    “Right,” Murphy said. “I’d get ripped open from ass to ears if IA got word of me so much as bending the rules, much less tussling with one of the bureau’s agents. Believe me, Denton might look like a jerk, but at least he isn’t convinced that I’m dirty. He’ll play fair.”
    “And this is where the killings come in. Right?”
    Instead of answering, she cut into the slow lane and slowed to a leisurely pace. I half turned toward her in my seat, to watch her. It was while I did this that I noticed the headlights of another car drift across a couple lanes of traffic to drop into the slow lane behind us. I didn’t say anything about it to Murphy, but kept a corner of my eye on the car.
    “Right,” Murphy said. “The Lobo killings. They started last month, one night before the full moon. We had a couple of gangbangers torn to pieces down at Rainbow Beach. At first, everyone figured it for an animal attack. Bizarre, but who knew, right? Anyway, it was weird, so they handed the investigation to me.”
    “All right,” I said. “What happened then?”
    “The next night, it was a little old lady walking past Washington Park. Killed the same way. And it just wasn’t right, you know? Our forensics guys hadn’t turned up anything useful, so I asked in the FBI. They’ve got access to resources I can’t always get to. High-tech forensics labs, that kind of thing.”
    “And you let the djinni out of the bottle,” I