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“When discussing silver, always.”
“Why silver?” she asked, even though she just knew the answer would reignite her headache.
“When in doubt,” Mandenauer murmured, “silver wins out.”
“Put it on a T-shirt, old man. Why is this gun loaded with silver bullets?”
“Because any other type would be the same as none at all.”
Yep, her headache came roaring back.
Mandenauer must have seen she’d reached the end of what had been, until she’d met him, a much longer rope. “Silver works on most shape-shifters.”
“Shape…,” Kris began, and then: “What?”
“Do you have a better idea?”
“Than shape-shifter? Damn straight. Se-ri-al kill-er,” she said, enunciating every syllable.
“You say serial killer. I say shape-shifter. Tomato. Tomahto,” he replied.
“You’re crazy.”
“You won’t be saying that when you shoot your attacker with silver and flames burst from the wound.”
Kris blinked. Then she blinked again. Then she glanced at the gun in the drawer and back at Mandenauer. “Seriously?”
“When am I ever not serious?”
Kris shut the drawer. The gun slid across the bottom and smacked against the rear. She winced, hoping it wouldn’t go off and kill her. A silver bullet was still a bullet and, she assumed, worked pretty much the same way as lead.
“I’ve never used a gun,” she admitted. “I’m not sure I can.”
“What is so hard?” Mandenauer lifted one bony shoulder. “You point the long end at what you want to shoot and pull the trigger.”
Something she’d already thought for herself. But that had been before she’d actually had a gun. Now that she’d held the weapon in her hand she wasn’t sure it was all that easy.
Mandenauer must have seen the indecision on her face, because he continued. “Usually these things get very close, and when there are teeth, and claws, and death snapping at you, you will shoot.”
Maybe she would, but— “I can’t carry a gun everywhere.”
“I do.”
“How do you get away with that?” she asked. “The whole world isn’t Texas.”
“More’s the pity,” Edward murmured. “But I have—”
“Connections,” she finished.
“If you are uncomfortable with the gun, there is a silver knife, too.” Edward pointed downward at the drawer.
Kris jerked on the handle again. The gun slid forward.
So did a knife.
She scowled at Mandenauer. “That was not there before.”
“Listen to what you are saying.”
