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shit a brick.
    Brett guessed he was just lucky he could get right to her by
calling the police. “I want to report a break-in.”

Chapter Six
     
    Wendy hit her road going fifty, sirens and lights going.
    She swore by the moon and her tail, if anyone hurt her dog,
she’d tear them limb from limb. Mongo was a good baby. Friendly. Soft.
    She squealed to a stop and hit the fence, hand on her
holster. “Mongo! Mongo, you okay?”
    She heard a bark but it didn’t come from her house. It came
from the big truck parked out by the curb.
    She spun around, that familiar face in the window. “Oh, my
boy. My baby boy.”
    He panted at her, barked happily, tail wagging as he pushed
into her hands. So, not hurt.
    “Thank God.”
    “He’s fine. They told me to wait outside.” Brett was there,
big and solid and looking mad as hell.
    “Good.” She touched Mongo’s ear, the softness trailing
through her fingers. “Silly boy. You scared me.”
    Now, though. Now she could go kill something. She turned
back, headed toward her place.
    “Wends? Shit, what the fuck?” Shane was running up the sidewalk,
the sound of those sensible shoes a distant comfort. “You cleared the house?”
    She shook her head, glad as hell that her partner was here,
had been having a quick lunch a mile off. “I’m heading in.”
    “I’ll take the back.”
    She heard a low growl and it wasn’t Mongo. “Who’s this?”
    Shane looked over, lips twisting, nose wrinkling. It was
damn near impossible to intimidate Shane Fiorelli. The crazy bastard had a
Mafia don father and a retired nun for a mom. He was stunning. “Thanks for
calling it in. Sit tight, man.”
    Brett vibrated, but stayed where he was. She almost smiled.
The alpha bastard had to hate bowing to human law.
    Wendy trusted Shane implicitly and she headed up the porch
stairs, nose wrinkling. Jack. God, he’d… Stop. Stop, focus. Check it out.
    Her nose knew Jack was gone.
    She headed upstairs, the scent intensifying as her heart
sank. Her bed. Her clothes. The mattress was torn and fouled, her closet
destroyed.
    Shane’s hand landed on her back. “Fuck, Wends.”
    Fighting not to stiffen up, she nodded. “Yeah. A real
mad-on, huh?”
    “You know who it is?”
    “Got an idea, yeah.”
    “Ex, huh? Fucking fabulous. Men suck.” Shane nodded. “You
want Forensics out here?”
    “No. No, call it in as okay. We’ll deal with this
privately.” If we meant her, at any rate.
    “You sure?” Shane nodded, though, more than willing to do
this. “Who’s the lumberjack outside? He has your dog.”
    “He’s from outside of town. My friend, Steph? The witchy one
with the shop and the cats? She hooked up with his family.” In a manner of
speaking.
    “Huh. He’s…big. You be careful.” Shane had a funny penchant
for understatement. “You want me to kneecap him? I have rage and it would be
fun.”
    “He’s no threat.” She wasn’t going to let him be. She had
hunting to do.
    “Well, I worry about you. So keep me posted.” He patted her
back awkwardly.
    “You know it. I need…” She looked at the mess, shuddered.
“I’ll need some time. Couple days.”
    “I’ll cover you.”
    “Thanks.”
    “No problem. Look, if you got this, I have to get back on
that convenience store thing.”
    “Go for it. Can you put Mongo inside and send the big guy
off?”
    “Sure. See you later.” Shane headed out, leaving with her
tattered stuff.
    Okay. Okay, what to do first. Wendy surprised herself by
tearing up, her arms wrapping around her middle. She turned in a slow circle,
the tears giving way to anger. Damn it, she was making herself a place here.
Why did that asshole keep following her?
    She threw a window open; she had to get his scent out. Crazy
fucker. How had he found her?
    “You okay?” Brett was there, somehow without making a noise,
Mongo padding along behind him.
    “Yeah. Shane was supposed to tell you to go.” She couldn’t
do this.
    Mongo whined softly, came to her and