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He whipped his hand up in mid-sentence. I grabbed it and snapped his wrist. The sound cracked through the room. The receptionist glanced over, but LeBlanc had his back to her. I smiled at her and she turned away.
"You--fucking--bitch," LeBlanc gasped, cradling his arm. "You broke my wrist."
"So I win."
His face purpled. "You smug--"
"Nobody likes a sore loser," I said. "Grit your teeth and bear it. There's no crying in werewolf games. Didn't Daniel teach you that?"
"I think you've outworn your welcome," Marsten said, getting to his feet and tossing the magazine back on the stack.
When LeBlanc didn't move, Marsten stepped toward him and reached for his arm. LeBlanc sidestepped before Marsten could touch him, glared once at me, then strode from the room.
"The joys of baby-sitting," Marsten said. "I'll be off then. Say hello to Clayton for me." Marsten left.
I stood there, heart pounding. I'd pulled it off, hidden my fear with false bravado and LeBlanc hadn't noticed the difference. Piece of cake. I could beat this mutt no problem. So why was my heart still jumping around like a rabbit in a trap?
Twenty minutes later, I was still in the waiting room, trying very hard to find something to read. A survey in Cosmo caught my eye. It was entitled: "Constructive Arguing: Are You Strengthening Your Relationship with Your Lover or Driving Him Away?" Intriguing, especially the part about driving him away, but I forced myself to put the magazine down. Cosmo never speaks to my life. Its surveys always ask questions like "How would you react if your lover announced he was taking a job in Alaska?" and jumping for joy is never one of the options. Move to Alaska? Hell, my lover was thirty-seven and hadn't moved away from home yet. Where were the questions relevant to my life? What about "How would you react if your lover's hair and footprints were found beside a dead man?" Show me that in Cosmo and you have a subscriber.
I was searching for something else to read when Clay walked into the room. Again the receptionist perked up.
She smiled and murmured something I couldn't catch. All she got in return was a level stare and a dismissive twist of the lip. As she deflated back into her typing, I almost felt sorry for her. Clay could be such a charmer.
"Death penalty?" I asked as he walked over to me.
"In your dreams. It was bullshit, darling. Pure bullshit and I missed lunch because of it."
"You should sue."
"I might do that." He walked back to the door and held it open for me. "So you had visitors?"
"Marsten and LeBlanc."
"What did Marsten want?"
"He offered me a necklace."
"In return for?"
"Nothing. Just Karl being Karl. As personable as ever, totally disregarding the small matter of being on opposite sides of a bloody battle to the death. Speaking of death, LeBlanc boasted he could kill me in the waiting room. I broke his wrist. He wasn't impressed."
"Good. What did he tag along for?"
"To stare at me, I think. Didn't seem too impressed with what he saw, either."
Clay snorted and we headed into the parking lot.
We parked in the drive at Stonehaven. Jeremy met us at the front door.
"You missed lunch," he said. "Did something go wrong?"
"Nah," Clay said. "I got hauled down to the police station for questioning."
"After we took care of Cain," I said, before Jeremy experienced any major chest pains. "I'd have called from the station, but the phone was too public. The police pulled us over on the way back from dumping the body. Looks like Daniel tipped them off that Clay might know something about Mike Braxton's death. Seems he hoped they'd catch us before we disposed of Cain's body. No such luck, though."
"How much did the police seem to know?"
"Not much," Clay said. "The questions were pretty general. A fishing expedition."
