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“Not that it’s actually your business, but it is pertinent to the rest of the story. I’m dating Quinn.” We’d had one date and planned another. That counted as “dating,” right?

“Quinn the tiger,” Bill said expressionlessly.

“Hats off to you, young lady!” Mr. Cataliades said. “You are courageous and discerning.”

“I’m not really asking for approval,” I said as neutrally as I could manage. “Or disapproval, for that matter.” I waved my hand to show that topic was off the table. “Here’s what I want you to know. The attackers were very young Weres.”

“Weres,” Mr. Cataliades said. As we sped through the darkness, I couldn’t decipher his expression or his voice. “What kind of Weres?”

Good question. The lawyer was on the ball. “Bitten Weres,” I said. “And I believe they were on drugs, as well.” That gave them pause.

“What happened during the attack and afterward?” Bill said, breaking a long silence.

I described the attack and its aftermath.

“So Quinn took you to the Hair of the Dog,” Bill said. “He thought that was an appropriate response?”

I could tell Bill was furious, but as usual, I didn’t know why.

“It may have worked,” Cataliades said. “Consider. Nothing else has happened to her, so apparently Quinn’s threat took root.”

I tried not to say “Huh?” but I guess Bill’s vampire eyes could see it on my face.

“He challenged them,” Bill said, sounding even colder than usual. “He told them you were under his protection, and that they harmed you at their peril. He accused them of being behind the attack, but at the same time reminded them that even if they didn’t know of it, they were responsible for bringing the one who planned it to justice.”

“I got all that on the spot,” I said patiently. “And I think Quinn was warning them, not challenging them. Big difference. What I didn’t get was . . . nothing should happen in the pack without Patrick Furnan’s knowledge, right? Since he’s the grand high poobah now. So why not go straight to Patrick? Why go to the local watering hole?”

“What a very interesting question,” Cataliades said. “What would your answer be, Compton?”

“The one that springs to mind . . . Quinn might know there’s a rebellion fomenting against Furnan already. He’s added fuel to it by letting the rebels know that Furnan is trying to kill a friend of the pack.”

We’re not talking armies here. There might be thirty-five members of the pack, maybe a little more with servicemen from Barksdale Air Force Base added in. It would take only five people to make a rebellion.

“Why don’t they just take him out?” I asked. I’m not politically minded, as I guess you can tell.

Mr. Cataliades was smiling at me. It was dark in the car, but I just knew it. “So direct, so classic,” he said. “So American. Well, Miss Stackhouse, it’s like this. The Weres can be savage, oh yes! But they do have rules. The penalty for killing the packleader, except by open challenge, is death.”

“But who would, ah, enact that penalty, if the pack kept the killing secret?”

“Unless the pack is willing to kill the whole Furnan family, I think the Furnan family would be delighted to inform the Were hierarchy of Patrick’s murder. Now maybe you know the Shreveport Weres better than most. Are there ruthless killers among them who wouldn’t mind slaughtering Furnan’s wife and children?”

I thought about Amanda, Alcide, and Maria-Star. “That’s a whole different kettle of fish. I see that.”

“Now vampires, you’d find many more who were up for that kind of treachery,” the lawyer said. “Don’t you think so, Mr. Compton?”

There was a curious silence. “Vampires have to pay a price if they kill another vampire,” Bill said stiffly.

“If they’re affiliated with a clan,” Mr. Cataliades said mildly.

“I didn’t know vampires had clans,” I said. Learning something new all the time, that was me.

“It’s a fairly new concept. It’s an attempt to regularize the vampire world so it looks more palatable to humans. If the American model catches on, the vampire world will resemble a huge multinational corporation more than a loosely ruled collection of vicious bloodsuckers.”

“Lose