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voice got quiet again. “She wishes she’d believed in you. Well, she’s always believed in you, but believed in you more than she feared your gift.”
    “Yeah, well…”
    “Me, too, you know. I miss my sister. I want you back.”
    Paige released a breath.
    “So, werewolves.” Through all the venting, Leslie’s drawl had lessened. “Is this for real?”
    Clicking her tongue, Paige nodded. “It is. Met a vampire and a werewolf today.”
    “Well, if that ain’t some shit.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Okay, well, I haven’t heard anything, but I’ll go over the books, see if there’s anything in there. I’ll ask Grandma.”
    “Meh. Remember when we were kids and we’d bring up werewolves?”
    “Not really. No.”
    “Well, I do. I asked about them. And she was pretty…” Paige searched for the right word. “Vehement.”
    “I don’t think I’ve ever heard that word said out loud. Did you pronounce it correctly?”
    “I’ll look it up in the morning. I’m just saying that maybe Grandma isn’t the best resource on this one. Feels like maybe she’s hiding something from us.”
    “Hmm. Weird.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Hey, Pea?”
    “Yeah, Les?”
    Leslie paused for a long moment. “You just be careful, all right? I want you back. Alive. Not dead. Or worse.”
    “Yeah.” Paige bit her lip, her heart tugging for home. She missed it, the old house, her old stomping grounds. Denver was nice, but it wasn’t home. “I’ll be careful and I’ll see you soon.”
    “Next week. I’m havin’ this baby next week.”
    Paige chuckled. The woman had another few weeks to go yet. “I’ll talk to you later. Love you.”
    “Yeah, whatever. Love you, too.”
    Dexx hmm’d as Paige put the phone back on the box. “So she hasn’t heard of them, either. Very, very curious.”
    She wasn’t sure when her brain winked out, but it finally did. She drifted off wrapped up in the warmth of Dexx’s arms. Gigantic werewolves and vampires with bright green eyes removing the heads of everyone around them haunted her dreams.
    She’d read too many books and watched too many movies. She needed to get some real information on them.
    When the alarm went off, she was still wrapped in Dexx’s arms, something hard poking her in the back.
    How had she forgotten morning wood?
    Probably because it had been over eight years since she’d had to deal with it.
    She groaned. Ten years. Her sexy girly parts had to be dust.
    Yeah, well, there was nothing she could do about that at the moment. She had information to gather on her partner.
    Sighing, she threw the covers back and headed for the closet, turning on the light to the walk-in room and closing the door behind her. She pulled on a pair of jeans, a tank and a blazer. Stepping out, she grabbed her service pistol from the bedside table and clipped the holster to her belt.
    “You’re heading out?”
    “Nope,” she said with a smile. “I’m preparing for the zombie apocalypse. I’ll rig the door before I leave.”
    He brought the pale blue comforter under his chin and closed his eyes, his head resting on her pillow. “Oh, good. I need bacon, while you’re out.”
    “Yeah, sure.”
    He opened his eyes, closing one against the glare of the bathroom light. “On a serious note, let me know what he has to say.”
    Tony had a lot of explaining to do.

T ony, apparently, wasn’t as anxious about their impending discussion as Paige was. To keep herself busy, she looked into their new case.
    Elizabeth Harwood had lived in Nederland, Colorado, and had gone missing three months prior to her murder.
    There’d been no clues in her missing persons case. No one noticed any strange people lurking around. No boyfriend.
    She’d been in good health the day she was murdered. Nice dress. Inexpensive shoes. Her clutch hadn’t been anything to really brag about.
    If she’d been okay, why hadn’t she told her brother or sister where she was and what was going on?
    It didn’t slip her attention that the