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able to smell the lie either way. For now, he let it pass.
    “So you dropped out of school to come work here?” he asked.
    “It seemed like a great opportunity. Bill promised he’d help me out with my ability. I haven’t seen anything since that night, but I’ve heard them—and we’ve recorded orbs and stuff.”
    “Why didn’t Bill record that one?” he asked.
    “He tried, but it didn’t come out.”
    Jinx knew Marley had been marked, which meant the Were thought she was in on whatever Bill had secretly done. It appeared that Marley, Bill and Paula were the only three who’d actually seen the tape—Paula had been the only one present to see it in the flesh, according to Bill’s claims.
    But who the hell could believe anything Bill said?

Chapter Seven
    Jinx went through some of the mail with Marley while Rifter still paced outside, waiting for Cyd to arrive.
    The letters were ridiculous. Jinx was pretty sure most of them were fakes and he’d given up and let Marley go through them patiently, one at a time while he ate and listened for anything unusual.
    A few minutes before ten, Bill came downstairs and ate a quick dinner. Rifter brought Cyd inside and introduced him, telling him that Cyd would remain stationed in the house to make sure no one came close while they were out filming.
    “He’s good?” Bill asked.
    “The best. No one’s getting through him,” Rifter said. Cyd lifted his chin at the praise from the Dire, because it was true, not made up for Bill’s benefit. After being thrown out of his own pack for being moon crazed, to make a comeback with the Dires was something any Were should be mighty proud of.
    Jinx showed Cyd around. The young Were already knew his real job was to find the tape and anything else they’d missed while they were all gone. Vice would patrol around Clyde’s tonight with Cain, and Stray would continue to monitor the computer. If this wasn’t an isolated occurrence, those wolves would deal with it.
    And Jinx and Rifter were stuck headed to some old house to investigate the paranormal.
    Elders help us all.
    “Make sure you don’t get in any camera shots tonight,” Bill was warning him and Rifter now.
    “Wouldn’t dream of it,” Rifter said as professionally as possibly, mainly to cover the sound of Jinx’s low growl.
    How Rifter was managing this shit without ripping Bill’s head off was fascinating to Jinx. A testament to the wolf’s patience, and the reason Jinx and the others called the alpha their leader, despite their own alpha status.
    Bill nodded briskly and then began ordering Marley to prep the crew, some of whom were outside in the driveway in big vans.
    It was too much. Being diplomatic was Rifter’s deal—Rogue was able to do that well, too, but Jinx would rather just shift and remain in wolf form so he wouldn’t have to deal. It was so blessedly goddamned quiet then, he could actually hear himself and his Brother Wolf.
    Brother Wolf didn’t like ghosts much, so he mostly remained silent when Jinx was in human form, unless he felt Jinx was in immediate danger.
    Right now, Bill was the one in trouble, and Jinx didn’t really give a shit, so Jinx walked outside the house to watch the sun begin its descent. It was his favorite time of day, mainly because he liked to sleep in shifted form. He and Stray were the only two who actively did so, and Jinx knew that it wouldn’t happen tonight, since he’d be guarding some bullshit séance.
    It took him about two seconds to realize he wasn’t alone in the backyard. He turned to find a young woman a little older than Marley coming his way.
    She was pretty, tall and slim with long dark hair, and she gave a small wave as she walked up to the gate and whispered conspiratorially. “I heard about what happened to Paula. I used to work here,” she said. “I’m Anna.”
    “Jinx.”
    “Don’t tell Bill I’m here, okay?” she asked and Jinx nodded.
    “I don’t have much use for him myself.”
    “Are