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can't find us.”
    He found himself chuckling at yet another absurd thought. "Jesus, Viv! He knew our names, for crying out loud! You saw his car leave while we were still statues. He wanted us to know that he could find us, kill us without even trying, pretty much anywhere if we tried to skip. I don't know what the hell we did wrong, but I'm sort of fond of breathing, don'tcha know, so I'm headed to the motel like he instructed. How about you? You want me to drop you at the bus station? Think you'll make it a dozen miles before he crushes your windpipe from the comfort of his room?”
    Her voice lowered to a whisper and she started to rock slightly under her seat belt. "I don't want to go. I don't want to talk to him, Adam.”
    Part of him felt sorry for her, but mostly he was annoyed at her cowardice. And she wanted to be a pack leader. What a laugh. "Oh, for God's sake! Get over it. You're an alpha werewolf. You'll heal from anything short of death. The man can't be a psychopath and be on the council. They don't put up with that shit. Hey, if we screwed up, we'll get bloodied a little. That's part of life. Hell, there's no saying we're not all going to have to fight for our position in this new pack, so get used to the idea. Now borrow me a pen so I can write down the room number before I forget.”
    Vivian didn't respond, which was fine with him. She did hand him the pen so he could write down the motel name on the back of an old envelope, then followed him quietly to gather their things at the hotel. The new place was a few blocks over and they checked in, as instructed, next door to Santiago's room. She twitched a little when Adam knocked at thirty minutes on the nose, and her scent was thick with ammonia. But she didn't bolt.
    Santiago answered without raising his voice, "Come in.”
    They walked through the door and Adam took in the surroundings at a glance. The decor pretty much mirrored his room, with turquoise paint starting to peel on the plastered walls, and obvious wear fraying the edges of the floral print curtains and bedspread. Viv's room was little better. She'd been assigned an adobe pink room that she'd quietly proclaimed hideous. It seemed surprising to find a council member staying in little better than a dump, considering there were better accommodations in town. Adam realized the older Latino was on the phone, and from the muffled voice on the other end of the line, he was talking with Josef.
    Relief flowed through him and the air suddenly felt a little cooler. Good. That should settle the issue.
    "I appreciate your time, Alpha Isaacson. I'll let you know what I decide." Santiago pressed the button to end the cell phone call and closed the cover with a nod of acknowledgment to them. "Please have a seat. I'd like to ask you both a few questions. I'd appreciate it if you'd wait until I'm done with one of you before the other jumps in. But first, you probably should know that I won't be questioning you as your council representative. There's a new person representing the wolves on the council.”
    Adam glanced at Viv, but she didn't grasp the significance of the statement. Maybe it was the cop inside him, but the question just popped out of his mouth. "Then can I ask in what capacity you'll be questioning us?”
    The older man's mouth twitched a bit and he leaned back in his chair—obviously one borrowed from another room or the lobby, since it didn't match the two they sat in. He crossed one ankle over the other knee and clasped his hands over his stomach. "You can. I've taken over as head of Wolven for the time being." He motioned with his eyes to a file folder on the bed. Adam hadn't looked at it until that moment, but the words, "Mueller, Adam David" on the label surprised him. "I understand you were an agent before you joined the Minneapolis police. A good one, according to your records.”
    That took not good to a whole new level. "So, our being here was a Wolven matter?”
    "Is a Wolven matter,"