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That’s a little much.”
    Erik shrugged. It wasn’t in his nervous way where he pretends nothing bothers him. He seemed genuinely unexcited about the possibility of a rival alpha coming back to town.
    “Thing is, even if he does come back, he’s ancient by now. Over a hundred, maybe a hundred and ten. How much of a threat could a geriatric bear be?” He gave me an easy shrug and a mischievous grin. “Probably isn’t even continent anymore. And anyway, I’ve been spoiling for a real fight. Never hurts to get some exercise.”
    “Most people think of exercise as doing some squats or going for a run, not fighting some undead and obviously dangerous werebear, Erik.” I shook my head slowly while staring at him, trying to read the look on his face.
    Sometimes – rarely, if I’m being honest – I wish he’d tune down the alpha intensity a little. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t need another hedgehog historian, but I have the feeling that caution is a lot less likely to get someone killed.
    He laughed, I didn’t. “Erik, he might be old, but from what they’re saying, he’s more of a threat than you’re letting on. Or is this just you playing cool?”
    Duggan shuffled up to where Erik sat, and addressed him. “I worry that Jenga might finally have lost his last nut, Erik. If he really has pulled our old alpha up from the ground, what on earth could he be doing it for?”
    At that, Jamie stood up and stretched her arms wide, spreading her fingers. That’s the thing about bats – those long bones in their wings are just fingers with skin between them, so Jamie’s got a whole lot of finger to stretch.
    “You’re talking crazy,” she said. “I saw him myself. Am I missing something, or is everyone who remembers him going nuts, and jumping off a building onto a bunch of rebar that went right through him forgetting the most important part of all that? Meaning – he was quite a mess. That wouldn’t make a very stable zombie.”
    Clay shook his head. His eyes darted back and forth like he was thinking, but like he was also about to do something sneaky. He wasn’t, of course, but that’s just kind of what hyena eyes do.
    “Jenga’s been working.” Clay’s voice was halting and quick, just like his glances. “Coulda patched him up, got him running good again.”
    Erik raised an eyebrow. “I don’t... is that possible? To make a corpse better ?”
    Clay nodded. “I don’t see why not, I mean practice makes perfect, right? Surely after all these years trying, that crazy old coot might’ve got it right?”
    Erik shook his head. “I don’t know. I mean, Jenga’s zombies, even the ones that work correctly, er, so to speak, aren’t exactly stalwart. He uses them to pick fruits around his house, to turn his generator and things. I’m having trouble imagining a scenario where he’s re-animated a ten-year old corpse and has some grand plans with it past, I dunno, having it show up in a drive-through for a prank.”
    “Dinna mean he couldna figured out some other way to do it,” one of the less-vocal councilmembers said. I couldn’t remember the man’s name, but he was wearing blue coveralls and was chewing a cigar. “Or maybe he just got better, know what I mean?”
    “Not really, Fergus,” Erik said. “Maybe give me a little something more to work with?”
    Fergus McDonald – he’s a Scotsman who farms outside of town and a member of the panther troupe. That always entertained me because I can’t think of a single thing less Scottish than a panther.
    As he interrogated the old farmer, Erik gave me one hell of a hungry look. I pinched up my lips and shook my head ‘no’, but I’m sure he just took that as a challenge instead of a rebuttal. Sometimes the brash smugness has its advantages. Somehow, even though the tightness between my legs was just as unrelenting as Erik’s naughty mind, I managed to keep my thoughts on the things I was typing instead of the thing in his jeans.
    “Ach, what