Fair Game by Patricia Briggs Read Free Book Online

bump into each other doing it.”
    “Ha,” Leslie said triumphantly. “I thought even Cantrip had more sense than to toss a tender morsel to the wolves. I’m Special Agent Leslie Fisher, FBI Violent Crimes Unit.”
    “I’m Anna Smith, today.” The girl gave her a rueful smile. “Not Cantrip. One of the wolves, I’m afraid. And even worse, Smith isn’t myreal name. I told them it was a silly one, but Charles said it was better to be obvious about it or you or Homeland Security would find some poor Charles and Anna Washington, Adams, or Jefferson to harass.”
    THE FBI AGENT wasn’t exactly what Anna had expected, but she wasn’t different, either. Smart, well dressed, confident—that, the TV shows, the movies, had gotten right. Anna had become very good at judging people since she’d been Changed. Body language, scent, those didn’t lie. She’d surprised the agent with her revelation, but not frightened her, which boded well for their chances of working together.
    The fine lines around bitter-chocolate eyes deepened, and for a moment Special Agent Leslie Fisher looked exactly as dominant as she was. She might be in her mid-forties, but the well-cut suit jacket she wore covered muscle.
    Her eyes said she was tough. Tough like a junkyard dog—and not just physically. If she were a wolf—and male—she’d be second or third in a pack, Anna judged. Not Alpha, she didn’t have the underlying aggressive territoriality that pushed dominant to the head of the pack, but near that. How many people had the FBI agent fooled with that cool exterior?
    The frown in Special Agent Fisher’s eyes extended to her full lips as she said, “We are having this meeting here, with as few people as possible, because the man who set it up said it wouldn’t be smart to upset the werewolf.” She lifted a well-groomed eyebrow. “You don’t look easily upset.”
    Scolded. Anna fought not to grin in satisfaction. Now. How to tell her what she needed to know without scaring her. “They’re not worried about upsetting
me
. It’s my husband who’s the problem werewolf.”
    The other woman frowned. “So there
is
another werewolf coming here. Your husband?” She sounded faintly incredulous. That Anna was married?That her spouse was a werewolf? That there were two of them? If Fisher knew werewolves well, she’d be most incredulous that Charles had left her alone.
    Anna was a bit incredulous about that herself—and it gave her a smidgen of hope that Bran was on the right track with this business. She hadn’t been as certain as he and Asil that it would be good for Charles to hunt down a serial killer rather than hunt down misbehaving wolves, but Charles had agreed and so it was done.
    “Yes.” Anna nodded. “I’m a werewolf. I’m married. And my husband is a werewolf, too.”
    Fisher’s frown deepened. “The word is that whoever we’re supposed to meet is up the line from Hauptman, who’s the Alpha of a full pack of wolves.”
    “Is that what the word is?” murmured Anna as she wondered who’d let the word out and if Bran knew about it—or if he’d engineered it. If she kept wondering about how much of her life Bran engineered, she’d end up in a funny farm knitting caps for ducks.
    “You are barely old enough to be out on your own and your husband is higher up in the werewolf power structure than Hauptman,” said Agent Fisher. “What did they do? Make you marry him when you were twelve?”
    Anna blinked at her. In her little world built of religiously watched TV shows and movies, FBI agents would never have said something that personal to a person they had just met. They’d work up to it gradually—or insinuate something carefully. By the suddenly appalled look on Agent Fisher’s face, it was the same in her little world.
    An Omega makes everyone a bit more protective, Asil had told her a while ago. Anna hadn’t really connected it to the human world.
    Anna grinned and hid her sympathy. “No. They didn’t