is alive now, he may not be by dawn.’
‘If you have a suggestion, now’s the time to say it, Ares,’ I said.
‘Nathaniel might be able to pick up the scent of one of the people who carried the body in. If he can trace them back that way, then I may be able to help track, too.’
‘I don’t want Nathaniel to get up close with the body.’
‘Why, so he won’t get spooked?’
I gave a small shrug.
The leopard gave a low, coughing sound.
I looked at him, and those pale eyes met mine, so serious, and though I knew the mind inside there wasn’t exactly human, the look in the eyes was not a cat’s look. There was too much intelligence, too much … personality.
‘What do you want to do?’ I asked.
His answer was to pad toward the body, delicately, as if he were afraid to smear the evidence. He crouched close to the body and snarled. He rose up and looked … puzzled, as if he didn’t understand what he was scenting.
‘What’s wrong, Nathaniel?’
He looked at me mutely. I could have dropped shields and felt more of what he was feeling, but after last time I wasn’t sure it was a good idea.
‘Are you going to ask him if Timmy is down the well?’ Horton asked.
I frowned at him.
‘It’s just you don’t seem to be able to understand him much better than I can.’
‘I understood him fine earlier, but the psychic contact was too intense; that’s why we ran ahead like we did. I need more control than that.’
‘If you can track this monster back to its lair, then we need you to stay close to us,’ Al said. ‘No racing ahead, okay?’
‘I don’t know what did this, but I do know that I don’t want to take Nathaniel into the middle of it without as much police backup as I can get.’
Al smiled. ‘Fair enough. Just don’t get carried away with all the psychic stuff again.’
‘I’ll do my best,’ I said. I turned to Nathaniel. ‘Do you have the scent?’
His answer was to walk away from Nicky and me to stand in front of Ares. He gazed up at the tall, blond man. I knew they had no psychic connection, but Ares seemed to understand, because he said, ‘He wants me to take his leash so we can track together.’
‘You with your eyes and him with his nose,’ I said.
Ares nodded.
I sighed and went to Nicky. I took the leash from him and then I knelt in front of the big leopard. I held his face between my hands and gave serious eye contact, trying to ‘see’ Nathaniel in there.
‘I love you,’ I whispered.
He purred and rubbed along the side of my face so hard it almost tipped me over. I threw my arms around his furred neck and hugged him, then pulled away and said, ‘Be careful.’
He rubbed into my shoulder and wound himself around my kneeling body in an almost perfect circle, purring the whole time. I think it was leopard for I’ll be careful, you be careful, too, and I love you, or maybe he was just scent-marking me. Calling ‘mine’ so that all the other wereanimals would know, or maybe it was all the above?
I gave the leash to Ares.
‘Thank you for trusting me.’
‘I trust you both,’ I said.
He smiled and then turned around to lead Nathaniel to the edge of the clearing where he had lost the tracks. Nathaniel crouched, sniffing the ground, pulling his lips back so he could ‘taste’ the smell, too. Nicky put his hand on my shoulder. ‘Nathaniel can do this, Anita.’
I nodded, because I didn’t trust my voice.
Nathaniel snarled again and then moved purposefully into the trees. ‘I think he’s got it,’ I said. I moved forward with Nicky at my side. Al and Horton followed us, and most of the other police. They’d leave only enough people behind to secure the crime scene; the rest would go with us hoping to have a Crawford to rescue instead of bury.
I prayed that we’d get there in time and that Nathaniel didn’t get hurt. Ares, Nicky, and I took our chances with our jobs. Nathaniel stripped for a living. The worst danger he routinely faced was overzealous fans trying to rip his G-string on stage or stalk him off stage. Helping us hunt the things that had eaten Henry Crawford’s face off was so not in my sweetie’s job description.
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The leopard tracked, and Ares found actual tracks periodically, or branches broken,