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Silence, then, “No, this isn’t Anita, just a minute.” Her other hand poked the dark bulk of the sheet at the foot of the bed. Zane’s voice, “What!”

“Phone,” she groaned.

His hand grabbed the phone, and before I could say anything, he said, “Hello.”

Zane was quiet for a second, then, “Just a minute, she’s here, hang on.” A pale more masculine hand appeared out of the welter of sheets and handed the phone vaguely in my direction, but I was still pinned. The phone dangled just out of reach.

I finally had to push Micah’s arm off me, and try and sit up. “Micah, move, I have to reach the phone.”

He made a small inarticulate noise and rolled off me, to give me the long line of his back. Nathaniel took the phone from Zane’s hand, before I could take it.

His voice was the most awake, “Whom may I say is calling?”

I was finally sitting up. “Give me the phone,” I said.

Nathaniel handed me the phone with a, “It’s Zerbrowski.”

I hung my head for a second, sighed, and put the phone to my ear. “Yeah, Zerbrowski, what’s up?”

“How many people you got in bed with you, Blake?”

“None of your business.”

“One of them sounded like a girl. Didn’t know you swung that way.”

I pressed the button on my watch, so I could see the time on the light-up dial. “Zerbrowski, we’ve had about two hours of sleep. If you just called to check up on my sex life, I’m going back to sleep.”

“No, no, sorry. It just,” he laughed softly, “just caught me off guard. I’ll try to keep the teasing to a minimum, but, damn, you don’t usually give me this much ammunition. Can’t blame me for getting distracted.”

“Did I mention the two hours of sleep?”

“You did,” he said, sounding depressingly wide awake. I was betting he’d had coffee.

“I’m counting to three, if you haven’t said something interesting by the time I’m finished, I’m hanging up, and I’m turning off my cell phone.”

“We’ve got a fresh murder scene.”

I scooted up so my back was against the headboard. “I’m listening.” Micah stayed curled on his side, back to me, but Nathaniel cuddled up close so he was still pressed around me. Cherry and Zane were motionless under the pile of sheets. I think they’d gone back to sleep.

“It’s the shape-shifter rapist again.” The humor was leaking away from his voice, and he sounded tired. I wondered how much sleep he’d gotten last night.

I was wide awake now, my pulse fast in my throat. “When?”

“She was found just after dawn. We haven’t been here long.”

“I’ll be there regardless, but is Dolph going to be there?”

“No,” Zerbrowski said, “he’s on leave.” He lowered his voice, “Top brass told him he either takes voluntary leave with pay, or enforced leave without.”

“Okay, where are you?”

It was Chesterfield again. “He’s staying in a pretty small geographic area,” I said.

“Yeah,” Zerbrowski said, and that one word had so much tiredness.

I almost asked how he was holding up, but it’s against the guy code. You’re supposed to pretend you don’t notice anything’s wrong. Pretend, and it will go away. Sometimes, because I am a girl, I’ll break the guy code, but today I let it stand. Zerbrowski had a long day ahead of him, and he was the man in charge. He couldn’t afford to look at his feelings right now. It was more important that he held together than that he understood what he was feeling.

Zerbrowski started to give directions, and I had to tell him to wait until I had a pen and paper. There was no pen and paper anywhere in the room. I was finally reduced to writing directions in lipstick on the bathroom mirror. Zerbrowski was laughing his ass off by the time I found the lipstick and started drawing on the mirror.

He gasped a little, and finally managed to say, “Thanks, Blake, I so needed that.”

“Glad I could brighten your day.” I crawled back on the bed.

I thought about what Jason had said about a werewolf being able to follow the scent trail. I bounced the idea off of Zerbrowski.

He was dead silent for a minute. “There is no way I could get anyone to agree