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“I agree,” he said.

“Is he in Saint Louis?” I asked.

“No, he’s still in Tennessee. He finished up his requirements for his master’s degree and got arrested that night.”

“Tell me what happened.”

“I don’t exactly know,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“They won’t let me see him,” Daniel said.

“Why not?”

“Mom got in to see him, but they wouldn’t let all of us in.”

“Has he got a lawyer?” I asked.

“He says he doesn’t need one. He says he didn’t do it.”

“Prison is full of people who didn’t do it, Daniel. He needs a lawyer. It’s his word against the woman’s. If she’s local and he isn’t, he’s in trouble.”

“He’s in trouble,” Daniel said.

“Shit,” I said.

“There’s more bad news,” he said.

I threw the covers back and stood, clutching the phone. “Tell me.”

“There’s going to be a blue moon this month.” He said it very quietly, no explanation, but I understood.

Richard was an alpha werewolf. He was head of the local pack. It was his only serious flaw. We’d broken up after I’d seen him eat somebody. What I’d seen had sent me running to Jean-Claude’s arms. I’d run from the werewolf to the vampire. Jean-Claude was Master of the City of Saint Louis. He was definitely not the more human of the two. I know there isn’t a lot to choose from between a bloodsucker and a flesh-eater, but at least after Jean-Claude finished feeding, there weren’t chunks between his fangs. A small distinction but a real one.

A blue moon meant a second full moon this month. The moon doesn’t actually turn blue most of the time, but it is where the old saying comes from—once in a blue moon. It happens about every three years or so. It was August, and the second full moon was only five days away. Richard’s control was very good, but I’d never heard of any werewolf, even an Ulfric, a pack leader, who could fight the change on the night of the full moon. No matter what flavor of animal you changed into, a lycanthrope was a lycanthrope. The full moon ruled them.

“We have to get him out of jail before the full moon,” Daniel said.

“Yeah,” I said. Richard was hiding what he was. He taught junior high science. If they found out he was a werewolf, he’d lose his job. It was illegal to discriminate on the basis of a disease, especially one as difficult to catch as lycanthropy, but they’d do it. No one wanted a monster teaching their kiddies. Not to mention that the only person in Richard’s family who knew his secret was Daniel. Mom and Pop Zeeman didn’t know.

“Give me a number to contact you at,” I said.

He did. “You’ll come down then,” he said.

“Yeah.”

He sighed. “Thanks. Mom is raising hell, but it’s not helping. We need someone here who understands the legal system.”

“I’ll have a friend call you with the name of a good local lawyer before I get there. You may be able to arrange bail by the time I arrive.”

“If he’ll see the lawyer,” Daniel said.

“Is he being stupid?” I asked.

“He thinks that having the truth on his side is enough.”

It sounded like something Richard would say. There was more than one reason why we’d broken up. He clung to ideals that hadn’t even worked when they were in vogue. Truth, justice, and the American way certainly didn’t work within the legal system. Money, power, and luck were what worked. Or having someone on your side that was part of the system.

I was a vampire executioner. I was licensed to hunt and kill vampires once a court order of execution had been issued. I was licensed in three states. Tennessee was not one of them. But cops, as a general rule, would treat an executioner better than a civilian. We risked our lives and usually had a higher kill count than they did. Of course, the kills being vamps, some people didn’t count them as real kills. Had to be human for it to count.

“When can you get here?” Daniel asked.

“I’ve got some things to clear up here, but I’ll see you today before noon.”

“I hope you can talk some sense into Richard.”

I’d met their mother—more than once—so I said, “I’m surprised that Charlotte can’t talk sense to him.”

“Where do you think he gets this ‘truth will set you free’ bit?