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I mean is, well, think of it this way – Frankenstein dinna get the monster right on the first try did he? Imhotep dinna get the first pyramid just so, aye?”
    Erik took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh that stretched to the moon. “You’re telling me that old witchdoctor – what – that he fixed up Atlas with spare parts? You... this can’t be serious.”
    Fergus twitched his eyebrows which were bushy, unreasonably wild caterpillars that almost joined at the tail. He still had two of them no matter how hard they were trying to become one. “Aye, that’s exactly what I’m meaning.”
    The old panther moved his cigar to the other side of his mouth and gnawed as he scratched underneath his chin.
    Erik recoiled slightly in disbelief. “Okay then. Well, so, where did the rumors about this even start? And how did it not come to my attention until just now? This isn’t one of Crazy Mary’s stories that got taken too far, is it?”
    Crazy Mary – an honest-to-God witch of the woods – was notorious for starting really whacked out rumors and then forgetting all about them when someone caught her in her bullshit. She was so old that her skin was leathery and brown, and not a whole lot different than the bark of the tree where she lived. People say that she’s been alive so long she can’t keep the centuries straight, and so her bizarre stories aren’t exactly lies, they’re just her getting mixed up on the year.
    It was Duggan who replied. “No, no, it wasn’t Mary. When we came up to unlock the courthouse this morning – which, by the way is traditionally the alpha’s job,” he said pointedly, shooting a nasty glare at Erik, “someone was waiting by the door and told me they saw him. Said they saw him last night.”
    “Who was it?” Erik asked. “Some of the shifters around Jamesburg aren’t exactly mentally competent, you know. Wait a minute,” he rolled his eyes, “it wasn’t Leon, was it? He’s only sane about a quarter of the time, and most of that time he spends plastered.”
    “Well,” Duggan began, then trailed off.
    “It was !” Erik stood up, balled his fists and leaned heavily on them. “It was that old drunk, wasn’t it? You’re trying to get me all excited over a zombie sighting made by the town drunk. Very good Duggan, that’s excellent. So now that’s taken care of, can we adjourn this meeting? I’ve got something I want to do.”
    He punctuated that with an under-table squeeze on my knee. The insatiable wolf man was seriously threatening to wear out my endurance.
    “No, no, wait a second.” Duggan stood up, insistent. “He wasn’t drunk. He wasn’t even hung over, which I understand is a minor miracle where Leon is involved, but he was perfectly clear-headed.”
    “He is insane , Duggan,” Erik was almost shouting. “You’re worried over the ramblings of an insane lizard!”
    The historian puffed out his cheeks and frowned. “Salamander, but that doesn’t matter. I think it’s not a bad idea to have a plan anyway,” he said quietly. “What could that hurt? Being cautious? We’ve got evacuation plans for storms and floods, why not for—”
    “Zombies?” Erik threw back his head, laughing. I didn’t like the way he was treating Duggan. His normal werewolf brashness had somehow morphed into pure, main-lined hubris. “A zombie invasion. That’s what you’re talking about, isn’t it? The town witchdoctor is going to go from using a handful of corpses to run his computer to invading the town with undead? Good lord , Duggan.”
    I swear that Duggan was about to punch Erik in the mouth. He was so red-faced and angry that I wouldn’t have been surprised one bit. And to be totally fair, Erik was getting so intense he probably deserved a sock in the jaw.
    “Cool off, Erik,” Jamie said, interrupting the exchange. “You both have your different ways of dealing with threats. Yours has worked pretty well so far, but—”
    “And what is it you mean when