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in town ,” she said.
    Forks and knives clattered to plates.
    “What?” Ed, her dad, said. “A spy? ”
    “Yes. Saw her in front of Rosens. Says she’s from NPR, to do a story on the naked, animal worshipping cult. Who think animals turn into humans. Or something.”
    Ed put his hands over his eyes. “I told Dwayne that stupid flyer he and Chick cooked up was an idiot idea. But as usual, he was too in love with his own cleverness to listen.”
    McKenzi and Kesley exchanged looks. Ed and Chick’s dad had been rivals clear back to something or other involving sports during their high school days.
    “Anyway,” Kesley said loudly, before Ed could start in about Dwayne Senior’s many faults.
    Quickly Kesley described the conversation with Marlo Evans. Instinctively she left out the guy, except to say that Marlo had brought a cameraman. “And we don’t want our pictures to end up on the internet, right? So I think we should spread the word,” she finished. “I got the feeling Marlo was going to hang around. She had a lot of blank papers to fill out.”
    Ed grinned. “Soon’s dinner is over I’ll take a lope over to the Poulsens’ and let Dwayne know what he started.”
    McKenzi shook her head. “Dad, I gotta say. Elliot with the flyers is hilarious. You’ve never seen him in action.”
    “You young people need to be more careful.” Doris scowled down the table. “We always posted lookouts if we knew we’d be shifting a lot. And joking around about cults can’t lead to anything good.”
    “It’s a fake cult! The world’s most boring fake cult!” McKenzi rolled her eyes. “And we do watch out! Abe Rosen always goes with us—we always wait until he’s off-duty. And anyway, the peepers come to see T and A, not shifters.”
    “Especially T.” Rolf snickered, and the elders all scowled at him. He sank his head into his shoulders like a turtle.
    Kesley said, “Elliot is great at scaring peepers off. I’m sure nobody has shifted any time I’ve helped at the Lopez fish farm, or the Pendergasts’ orchard, or any other time we’ve had to put together a work party.”
    “Somebody must have.” Ed opened his hands. “And somebody else saw and put it on the internet. Rolf, do a search and see if there’s anything about people turning into a chicken or a hamster. I bet ten bucks it was a Paulsen. Dwayne always used to screw around shifting in order to ditch school.”
    Doris patted Ed’s hand. “Darling, this is the whole town we’re talking about here. Not you and Dwayne and your feud in tenth grade. If you go to the Paulsens’, it better be to talk over an idea to chase off that Nosy Parker from NPR.”
    Kesley bit her lip. Her mom was usually easy-going, but when she spoke up, her dad listened. Because they were mates.
    She sighed.
    Those who wanted to eat dessert while watching TV moved to the den, while McKenzi and Kesley went to the kitchen to tackle the cleanup.
    Kesley said, “Sometimes I wish we had an alpha.”
    “Who wants a big boss?” McKenzi shrugged. “I think the ‘rents and their feuds are funny. Anyway, stop worrying. Nobody will talk to Ms. Nosy. Though I think I might go seek her out and have some fun with head games.”
    “No,” Kesley said quickly.
    McKenzi set a dish down and gave her the hairy eyeball. “You really think I’d blab?”
    Kesley had not been thinking about that at all. She’d been seeing the camera guy’s broad shoulders, that ruffled hair, those long legs, and how McKenzi’d charm him effortlessly like she always did. Jealous? Really? Kesley grumped at herself. You’re really going there when you Do. Not. Want?
    “I just think there’s something off about that Marlo,” Kesley said—and the moment the words were out of her mouth, she realized they were true. Though she couldn’t say what might have given her that idea. “I also think the more we avoid her, the sooner she goes away.”
    McKenzi shook her head. “And that’s where you’re