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complicated."
    "So what, you got injected? Or maybe they threw you in a room with one and let it bite you?"
    "Not quite."
    "So what's it like? Changing, I mean."
    Jimmy didn't like the way Deb was looking at him. It made him uncomfortable. "I dunno," he shrugged. "I just change. It's a little painful at first, but it goes away."
    "And you're you? While you're changed? I mean, you remember who you are?"
    "Yeah."
    "Can you talk?"
    "Listen, can we talk about something else?" Jimmy said. He didn't like being the center of attention.
    "You can change whenever you want?" Deb asked, not giving up.
    "You're taking this in pretty easy."
    Deb shrugged. "If the government thinks it's not a big deal, why should I?"
    "You aren't scared? Most people are scared when they find out about this stuff."
    Deb laughed again—almost a snort of derision. "Nothing to be scared of when I'm packing this." She patted the gun on her hip.
    Jimmy frowned. "I hate to break it to you, but those don't always work."
    "Really?" Deb asked, suddenly dropping a hand on Jimmy's thigh.
    ***
     
    "How long was it after you heard the shots before you entered?" Josie asked. They were seated in Mosley's living room, Josie and Alvarro on a couch, the nervous security guard in a recliner next to the couch. The home was a typical bachelor's, with little furniture and a lot of dust.
    "Coupla minutes."
    "And Mr. Katz was already dead?"
    "Yeah. That's what I already said."
    "What about your partner?" Josie asked, flipping back through her small notebook. "Mr. Harlan? When did he arrive."
    Mosley fidgeted in his seat, looking back and forth between Alvarro and Josie. "Why am I being asked all these questions?"
    "Well," Alvarro started to say.
    "Did you see anything unusual in the apartment?" Josie interrupted.
    "Like a dismembered corpse?" Mosley answered, a bit angry.
    "No. Something... something you might not want to talk about."
    "Look, there was no one there!" Mosley said, scratching at his bandaged hand.
    "How'd you get that again?" Alvarro asked. He didn't remember the guard having his hand wrapped earlier when he'd cleared him from the scene.
    "I got bit."
    "In the apartment?" Josie asked. Mark had been right. She could feel it in her gut. Mosley was hiding something.
    Mosley looked down at the floor and started laughing. "You just won't let it go, will you?"
    Alvarro and Josie exchanged surprised looks.
    "You're just going to keep on asking, aren't you?"
    "We just want to know what you saw, Mr. Mosley," Josie said.
    "How about I show you?" Eric Mosley said, raising his head suddenly, his mouth open wide. His eyes turned black and his teeth elongated into fangs.
    ***
     
    Deb Harris was now in the middle of the sedan's front seat, pressed up against Jimmy, who was pressed against the door of the car, face pale and sweating.
    "So everything gets bigger?" Deb asked, running a fingernail down the front of his chest over the t-shirt he was wearing.
    "Uh, look, me and Josie..."
    Two gunshots rang out from the house. Then two more.
    Jimmy's fear at the Detective's advances evaporated and his eyes went all black. Hair erupted from every pore of his body and his muscles and skeleton bulged and swelled as he expanded in size. His gray slacks split and tore as his legs thickened, and the tennis shoes he was wearing ripped apart as his feet lengthened into long paws.
    The door of the sedan tore loose from the car with relative ease as Jimmy, now in his werewolf form, exploded out. He bounded up to the house and crashed through the door like it was paper.
    Inside, Alvarro Sierra was on the floor, on his back, trying to keep the security guard from biting him. Furniture was overturned and the home bore the signs of an intense fight.
    Josie was standing behind the security guard, a broken table leg raised high. As Mosley struggled with Alvarro, trying to bite him, she plunged the table leg into the guard's back—right through his heart.
    Mosley turned, backhanding Josie and sending