doorframe behind him. There were no powder burns on his forehead, so the shooter had to be at least three feet away. There was a stick poking into the doorframe, showing the path

ybe heard something a

with a penchant for underage pussy. Th

shooting at a very shallow angle. I moved to the center of the hall and bent my knees until the gun lined up with the stick. "This can't be right, unless the shooter is under five feet tall," I said. Moving closer and to the r

ing. Dirk was slumped against the wall, his throat torn open, and Peggy was sprawled across his legs. I moved around them care

ck of potatoes. I did the same exercise with firing heights. "It makes sense for them to be on the right side of the hallway, and that

ou think k

good look. As soon as I got close, I co

a killer and a hell of a shot, with blonde hair and going about five foot six.

m with her claws and slicing through his neck like soft cheese. "Looks like multiple sharp points, like one of those b

the last

ale she was with. It was another prostitution room, reeking of sex and sweat. The victim was nude, lying on his

id. "Three for three on head

r killer

, we have our two ringleaders dead in brutal fashion, and two dead johns. The one in the hall looked o

ked at the frame, it had been splintered. A werewolf could do it in one k

know about

church, suburban home and

d taken her down to her room. She was either stupid or smart, and I wasn't betting on stupid. "So, based on what I've seen, we shou

"How did

other rooms and came right to this one. If th

uc

with that skill level isn't cheap. Whoever she is, her par

need to tal

next. I needed to talk to my father; there were things

and got a description of the women in the room on the third floor. "She was a hottie," he told me. "About this high," he held his hand at my shoulder height, "Looked like a

got to the picture that had been sent out with the reward from the Council. It was a surveillance p

definitely her. Such an innocent face, you j

ally needed to talk to my Dad, a

a Killer, and the Co

*****

go, Tomah Pa

ia'

a breath. "Nice one, Tania," my best friend Claire

re. Pat caught it, handing it up until it was on top of the cliff again. The big oak tree's limb overhung the lake fa

n two months ago, and I was going through a growth spurt. I was almost as tall as Talia was. My sister was sixt

f us at the lake on this hot August day. "Talia, I need you to come up to the road, your parents are on the

minutes to pa

and white wolf and took off up the hill. A couple minutes later, I had jumped into the open passenger door of Todd's Suburban. "Here you go," T

he link was blocked. I looked over at him, he was grinning as he saw the recognition come over me. I had been betrayed by a man I looked at a

ught the blackness for a few mome

Todd'

il to the edge of the territory. Another vehicle was waiting, and I pulled up alongside them. I got out and went around, o

said. "My men will be in place a

back seat and closed the

a while before her absence from the beach would be noticed, I hoped, and I was right. I

mean you ca

he must have wandered off. We can't

ations, it was a necessity in case of emergencies. I waited a good twenty seconds before talking aga

not responding to my calls, last seen at the beach by the rope swing. All warriors to the perimeter, patr

members in wolf form were sniffing around on the road and the ditch. Pa

ince anyone who picked up my scent would now expect it. "Tania entered a vehicle on the ac