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Quinn felt a little less guilty.
“They drag off human women,” she said. “They don’t have feelings the way you and I do. They’ll just have sex with anything.”
Quinn managed not to make a face at her mother, but she felt revolted again.
Does she really believe this stuff?She wondered. If she does, is that why she can do all this?
“I’m fine now,” she said. “Just a little damp. Sorry to worry you.”
By now, Barbie Taylor’s face was in its natural state — a full scowl.
“You’re okay this time,” she said.
Quinn said nothing.
“Anyway, we need you to work today,” she said. “The website needs a full overhaul. The trial starts again tomorrow, and we’re expecting a lot of supporters to rally to our cause. Your dad and I spent a lot of time last night coming up with a list of changes and new items to sell.”
Quinn blinked.
Is this a way out?She wondered.
“I can do that,” she said cautiously. “But the internet at the motel is pretty slow.”
“Then go somewhere with faster internet, Quinn,” her mother said. “This is very important.”
Quinn stood, brushing rust flakes off of her pants and trying to think fast.
The library will have internet, she thought. Mom can take you there, and then Julius and Hudson can pick you up.
“Let me shower, and then can you take me into town?” she asked, trying her best not to smile.
* * *
By eleven in the morning,Quinn had been at the library for an hour. The front page of the site looked totally different, and the store looked like there was more stuff in it. Trying to actually buy anything just brought up an error, but she didn’t really care. She just wanted it over with, especially since updating ShifterSexManiacs.com in the Granite Valley public library had been interesting.
Mostly, she’d had to switch windows every time someone walked by, which took a lot of time.
At last, she put her laptop back in her bag and pulled out the sheet of phone numbers that she’d been given the day before.
Heart beating fast, she dialed Hudson’s. He answered on the first ring.
“Hey there,” he said, a smile in his low, rough voice.
“Hey,” she said, already feeling the flush creep up her cheeks. “Is the offer still good?”
“Of course it’s still good,” he said, half-laughing. “Quinn, that offer is always good.”
Julius said something in the background that Quinn couldn’t quite hear.
“Could you pick me up at the library?”
“That I can,” he said. “Fifteen minutes?”
“Sure, sounds good,” Quinn said. She stared at a poster with two kids on it, reading books under a tree.
“We’ll be right there,” he said.
Quinn lowered the phone, her palms sweaty. She was still worried that someone might find out what she was doing and tell her parents. Or, worse, that whoever the shooter was would find out and simply take matters into his own hands.
