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called?”
    I stopped my search and looked back.  Victor was standing beside her looking overly amused about something.  I nodded my head slightly and replied, “Yes I did, I just needed you to contact me so we could set up a time to coordinate.  You didn't need to come to the station, a phone call would have sufficed.”
    She shrugged and motioned a hand toward the chair beside my desk.  I nodded and she sat then said with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes and that damn half smile. “As I said earlier, technology and I don't always get along.”
    This again punctuated to me that this woman was not normal, there was more to her than met the eyes.  I wish she'd stop smiling like that, I'm trying to be mad at her.  I caught myself smiling back against my own free will then asked quietly, “What... are you?”
    She went as still as stone, not breathing, not blinking.  I saw something in her eyes.  Had I hurt her?  I suddenly felt bad but then she shrugged and said softly, “The Red Hood.”  Like it explained everything away.
    I realized I was staring at her eyes and turned away with a half smirk. “That explains it.  Thanks for clearing that up for me.”
    She chuckled and looked at the screen as it flickered a bit.  She scooted her chair farther away and the screen cleared up as she asked, “Why are you looking at the female lycan deaths?”
    I snapped my head back up to her, I saw Victor's eyes go wide, and he discretely went to examine the ceiling tiles a little ways away.  I tried to shoot a death glare at the woman, but I found my mouth speaking before I could stop myself.  “Looking for my sister.  Or rather hoping not to find her.”
    Her eyes creased in sympathy at my admission, but her body language told me she already knew.  I'm not sure if I liked that.  But it was really no secret, anyone Googling my name would find out the story, the attack was in all the local news back then.
    I shook myself out of my musings then turned away from her purposefully and continued my search.  We discussed when we would coordinate, and agreed two days after the full moon cycle ended would be best.  Giving us time to decompress and get some rest before jumping into this.
    When Victor tapped an imaginary watch, we stood and I said, “So we'll see you Wednesday, Red.”
    “Mari,” she countered.  I didn't say a word which seemed to amuse her to no end.  Then she turned to Victor. “Detective.”
    He inclined his head. “Mari.”
    Then she cocked her head. “Do you mind if I tagged along detectives?  I've never seen Howler Duty from this side before. I believe you call it a ride along.”
    From this side?   I blurted my thought before I could stop myself, “This side?”  I'd have to do something about my traitorous mouth latter.
    She chuckled like it was self-explanatory. “I'm usually on the other side of the gates, looking for...”  She paused and her demeanor changed from something dangerous to something calm and practiced.  She just repeated, “I'm just usually fighting the wolves on the outside.”
    My detective antennae started pinging again.  If she were a suspect in a case, I'd be pushing at the unintentional slip.  Looking for what?  What was it?   I remembered her looking into the eyes of the wolf she killed last night like she was looking for something, or someone, in particular.
    I was about to refuse her request and say something about civilians, but Victor gave me a shit-eating grin and said to her while looking at me, “We'd be delighted to have you tag along Mari.”  I was going to bury his body so far down they wouldn't find it for centuries.
    He led her out to our unmarked cruiser like she was royalty, helping her into the back seat.  He was shooting me his aggravating grin the whole way.  I growled out, “I hate you old man.” I hopped in, and he laughed his gravelly laugh as he started the car, and we headed toward the main gates.
    Like the past few full moons,