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“Because we aren’t dealing with killer creatures but a killer human. All the murders on the list might look like they’ve been committed by a supernatural creature but were in fact committed by an unnatural human.”

“How do you know that?” Marty’s gaze narrowed. “You weren’t there. You didn’t see the crime scenes. I’d have been told.”

Kris lifted her brows. “You have someone spying on me?”

”Not spying exactly. I’ve made sure you were safe, happy.” He took a deep breath. “At least until you came here.”

Kris wasn’t sure what to do with that information. Her brother hadn’t deserted her. Not completely. She still thought he could have sent her a card at Christmas.

“And how did ye end up here?” Liam asked. “Right when she did?”

Marty flicked Liam a quick glance, but when he answered he spoke to Kris: “Did you ever wonder why you were able to prove so many hoaxes?”

“Because they were hoaxes.”

“Not all of them. There were times I got there first, found the creature, and had it eliminated before you arrived. With no monster to find, a hoax is pretty easy to prove.”

“You were helping me?” she asked. And here she’d thought she was just damn good at her job.

“You kind of helped me. By keeping track of what you were working on, I had a place to start searching for supernaturals. You excel at sniffing them out.”

“Ye say ye were at these other places, yet she never saw ye. Why are we so lucky to be seein’ ye now?” Liam asked.

“Because you grabbed me by the throat and yanked me into the light.”

“You mean if Liam hadn’t caught you, you wouldn’t have…” Kris’s voice drifted off as hurt washed over her once more.

“He wouldnae have even said hello,” Liam finished.

“I couldn’t. This is dangerous, Kris. If any of them find out you’re my sister they will—”

“Knock me over the head and drag me into the loch,” she murmured. Had her relationship with Marty been behind the attacks? Did it even matter?

“No one will hurt her while I am here,” Liam said. “And I will be here. I wouldnae leave her to face danger alone.”

“I’m not leaving.” Marty’s jaw tightened. “Not until I’ve cleared this entire place of everything that doesn’t belong.”

“I’m not a complete incompetent,” Kris pointed out. “I am the one with the gun.”

“And how is that?” Marty’s curious brown gaze flicked around the cottage. “Where’s Edward?”

“Lately, he’s in here.” Kris tapped the computer. “He’ll suddenly be on the screen. I’m not sure how he does it. It’s not Skype or any kind of conference call that I’ve ever heard of. It’s like he’s in the computer.”

“Edward always has the best toys,” Marty muttered. “But if you aren’t a J-S agent, why are you talking to the old man at all?”

“He paid me to keep him in the loop. Says he’s shorthanded.”

Marty’s brow creased. “There’ve been rumors of a purge. Supernatural creatures banding together and hunting the hunters. Which is how I got pressed into service. The old man’s been sticking to the U.S. for the most part letting me and a few others deal with anything outside its borders. Even asking Interpol to handle certain problems.” He flicked a finger at the computer. “Like the ones on that list. But he keeps fighting back. Using all his resources.” Marty’s frown deepened. “And taking advantage of whatever and whoever he can.”

“He didn’t take advantage of me. I needed the money, and he needed the info.”

“You’re not a hunter, Kris. You’re a reporter. You could have been killed.”

“Aye,” Liam agreed, and he looked furious.

For an instant Kris wondered if he was furious with her. Be he shifter or guardian, she’d been feeding info to someone he would consider the enemy.

She wanted to ask him about the tattoo, about what he did, who he was. But she wasn’t going to do it in front of Marty. She owed Liam that much.

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