"Yeah, so?"
"So you’re not a deliveryman, and the uniform you used was not yours. Who employed you to deliver those packages and how did they get in contact with you?"
He shrugged, his expression growing more uneasy. "The package was delivered here, with a page of instructions. I got paid once I did the job. I never saw the person and I never cared to, as long as I got my money."
"And did you get your money?"
"Of course I did! I’m not a sucker, lady."
I glanced over his shoulder and met Azriel’s gaze. He no more believed the shifter than I did.
"So you never saw who left the package here?"
"No. Like I said, the guy just left it sitting there with the instructions."
"If you never saw him, how do you know it was a man?"
"Because girls don’t like the dark and all the spiders down here, do they?"
No, they didn’t, I thought with a shiver. Luckily, Valdis’s light wasn’t revealing any eight-legged critters in the immediate vicinity.
"Let me try," Azriel said, then touched his free hand to the shifter’s forehead.
The shifter stilled instantly, and his face went slack. Azriel closed his eyes, and, for several minutes there was little noise other than the sound of both my breathing and the shifter’s.
Then Azriel opened his eyes again. "He does not lie. However, he does not tell the truth, either."
"Meaning?"