The chest she was leaning against was broad and solid. And he claimed he wanted to protect her. She'd been so alone lately. She wanted to trust him.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and coughed. "Jeez, it stinks here. What is this place?"
"A cigar shop. I gather you don't smoke?"
"No. Do you?"
He smiled wryly. "Only if I'm out in the sun."
Huh? Before she could respond, a dark green car drove past them, and Wolfman started dragging her toward the curb.
"That's Laszlo." He waved to get his friend's attention.
The green Honda Accord pulled over to double-park. The Wolfman strode toward it, pulling Shanna with him.
Should she really trust him? Once she got into a car with him, how could she escape? "Who is this Laszlo? Is he Russian?"
"No."
"His name doesn't sound very American."
Wolfman lifted a brow as if he found her comment annoying. "He's Hungarian, originally."
"And you?"
"American."
"You were born here?"
Now both brows went up. He was definitely annoyed. But he did have a slight accent, and she'd rather be safe than sorry.
The man inside the Honda fumbled around, and the trunk popped open a few inches. Shanna jumped, suddenly remembering there might be a body inside.
"Relax." Wolfman tightened his grip on her.
"Are you kidding?" She tried to jerk away, but her attempt failed miserably. "Don't you have a dead body in there?"
He sighed. "God help me. I suppose I deserve this."
A short man in a white lab coat scrambled out of the green Honda. "Oh, there you are, sir. I came as quickly as I could." He noticed Shanna and fingered a button on his lab coat. "Good evening, miss. You're the dentist?"
"She is." Wolfman glanced over his shoulder. "We're in a hurry, Laszlo."
"Yes, sir." Laszlo opened the back door and leaned inside. "I'll get Vanna out of your way." He straightened, dragging a woman's naked body from the backseat.
Shanna gasped.
Wolfman clapped a hand over her mouth. "She's not real."
Shanna struggled to escape, but he pulled her against his chest and held tight.
"Look at her, Shanna. She's a toy, a human-sized toy."
Laszlo noticed her distress. "He's right, miss. She's not real." He pulled the wig off her head, then plopped it back on.
Oh God. Her Wolfman was not a killer. He was a pervert.
She elbowed Wolfman in the stomach, and catching him by surprise, she managed to pull away from his grasp.