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back out. Both men were deep in conversation and stopped
when she approached. More questions slammed into her brain. They might answer
one or two, but she bet that would be the limit.
    She looked over at Trax. “Were
you following Couch’s men when they drove into the alley? Is that why you were
so near?” She didn’t believe in coincidences.
    “Yes. Our group intercepted
Couch’s phone call about wanting you dead.”
    Her head pounded. “Oh.” She
doubted he’d go into more detail about his group. She closed her eyes and tried
to figure out what came next, and her stomach turned queasy. “Do you think
he’ll try again?”
    Trax didn’t even blink. “I
don’t know. Even though you witnessed his men shift, he’ll probably figure that
even if you went to the authorities, no one would believe you.”
    “I agree, but trust me, I
have no intention of telling anyone.”
    “We think it would be safer
if you stayed with us. Our home is secure.”
    Dante chuckled. “We have more
cameras than Central Command. No one can sneak in.”
    She skewed up her face. “Even
in your bedroom?” Now why had her mind gone there? Oh, yeah. Because these men
did things to her body that no others had.
    “No.” His smile made his eyes
twinkle. “Not there. We have surveillance outside the building to see who
approaches. We leave motion sensors on at night to make sure no sneak attacks
occur.”
    A lot more was at stake than
just Harvey Couch. “What do you really do?” Trax seemed to be the one in this
line of business. “Who is this group you referred to?”
    “Our group tries to keep
Gulfside safe from the likes of those types of shifters.”
    It now made sense. “So you’re
kind of like ghost hunters, only you target werewolves?”
    Now some joy filled his face.
“Something like that.” He sat back up. “Now tell us really why Harvey Couch
wanted you dead. Did you steal something?”
    “No.”
    “Then what?”
    Trax said she could tell him
anything. Even if they’d lied and were cops, they would have been required to
read her her rights to use what she said against her. “I tried to kill him.”
    Trax burst out laughing, and
from the way Dante’s eyes widened, it was an odd occurrence. “I have to say I
might have misjudged you. Why would you do that? It was your first day on the
job. Or should I ask, what did Harvey Couch do to deserve your wrath?”
    Her thoughts shot ahead.
Maybe if she could give Trax some information that would lead to Couch’s
arrest, once the bastard was in custody, she might be able to get the rape
charge to stick. “He raped my mother. I put GHB in his coffee so he’d pass out.
Then I had planned to shoot him.”
    Dante lips pressed together. “Too
bad you couldn’t have known werewolves absorb drugs differently than humans.”
    Damn . “So that’s why when I doused his
coffee, he didn’t even look sleepy. Do you think he knew?”
    “Yes. He would have smelled
it.”
    The bastard never let on. “I
put a ton of sugar and cream in his cup to cover up the taste so it didn’t
smell.”
    “Not to you.”
    While she didn’t know what
parts of the lore were true and which weren’t, she guessed that if Couch were
part animal, he’d have a keener sense of smell. “Just out of curiosity if I’d
shot him, would I have killed him?” She wasn’t sure about the silver bullet
theory.
    Dante must have taken pity on
her and waved a hand. “No. Werewolves take a special kind of bullet.”
    “Then it’s true that
werewolves can only be killed with silver bullets?”
    Now Dante laughed and the
sound tumbled straight to her heart. “No, sugar. It’s one you have to make
yourself. One mixes a particular chemical with the gunpowder and it’s poisonous
to shifters.”
    Their knowledge was
impressive. “How do you know so much?” Trax hadn’t answered her question, but
Dante seemed more receptive.
    Dante tapped his head. “We’ve
been watching his kind for years.”
    She’d been