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Dennis vigorously shakes his head, staring at me with wide eyes. “I didn’t know. I swear.”

Nick cocks his head to the side, considering something, then nods once. “Fine, you didn’t know.” Can he smell lies, like a werewolf? I wouldn’t put it past him. “Tell us who paid you, and we’ll let you go.”

“Seriously?”I shout.

Nick shrugs. “Unfortunately, he’s right. Claiming a human mate isn’t illegal, and, technically, he didn’t go after Parker.”

“But he was an accessory! And he was hired! Isn’t there some kind of law against being a mercenary?”

Nick leans back in his chair and folds his arms across his chest. “Not if the job isn’t for something illegal.” When I scoff, he sighs. “I know you’re pissed, but he’s not really the person we’re looking for. Small fish, you know? We need him to talk.”

Who knew I really would be the bad cop of our strange little duo? I start to lose my patience. I want to know who paid these guys to come after Parker and me, and I have a better way of getting that info than making deals with this jerk. “Screw it.”

Dennis’s hands are shackled to the table in front of him with silver cuffs. He can’t move them, so I lean across the table and rest my hand on top of his. “Who paid you to come after me?”

His thoughts go exactly where I want them to. He can’t help it. When I hear the answer, I pull my hand back so hard I nearly fall out of my chair. “It was Huron River pack money?” My heart plummets into my stomach at the betrayal. “But why? Ihelpedthem!”

Nick’s staring at the wolf, incredulous. “The Huron River pack hired you?”

Dennis doesn’t answer. He’s too busy gaping at me in horror. “You’re amind reader?”

The door to the interrogation room opens, and Madison West, the Director of the Detroit Division of the FUA, strolls in wearing either a smug or impressed smile. I can’t tell which. “So it’s true, then?” she asks. “It was the Huron River pack who ordered the hit?”

“It wasn’t a hit,” Dennis growls.

“Technically,” I grumble. I turn to Director West. “Was that confession enough for you?”

“It’s unconventional.” She glances at Nick.

He shakes his head. “There was no lie in her words.”

So hecansniff out lies. I wonder if he’s a shifter of some sort.

Director West thinks for a moment then nods. “The truth from you about what you heard in his mind is still the truth.” She smiles at me like a cat who’s caught a canary. “Nora, we really must discuss, again, you coming to work for us. Think of all the good you could do.”

I can’t think of anything right now except for the fact that the pack I’d just helped put out a hit on my life as thanks. “Sorry, Director West, I have a more pressing issue at the moment than my current employment.” I turn my gaping gaze back to Dennis. “Was it really the Huron River pack? Or was it just someone in the pack working individually? Who, exactly, paid you?”

“Garrett paid me,” he snaps. “You know, the wolf your buddy here killed?” He jerks his head in Nick’s direction.

I snort. “Yeah, I don’t feel bad about Nick sending him into his next life. He was about to do me the same courtesy. You know he was.”

Dennis’s glare softens a little, as if he feels bad about that. “He wasn’t supposed to,” he mumbles, looking away from me. “It was a mistake to hire him. He’s always been bloodthirsty.”

“That’s probablywhyhe was hired,” Nick says. He narrows his eyes in thought and taps his lips with a finger. Slowly, he nods his head. “Yeah, that makes sense. If you want someone dead but you don’t want to be guilty of ordering their hit, you hire the most unstable, bloodthirsty mercenary to do the job and give him loose orders not to kill. Very smart.” His eyes flick back to me. “Technically, whoever paid them is not really guilty of being anything more than a jerk.”

“Of course not.” I roll my eyes at the complete crap penal system of the underworld. “But guilty or not, the fact is, someone in the Huron River pack wants me dead, and I need to know who before they try again.”

I turn to Dennis with a sugary sweet smile and bat my lashes. “Dennis, sweetheart, who in the Huron River pack paid Garrett to not kill me?”

Dennis clenches his jaw, mouth shut tight as he glares at me. I glower right back. “Fine. We’ll do it my way again.”

When I reach for him, he thrashes in his chair, straining so hard his wrists get scraped raw and start to bleed. “Stay out of my head!”

“Then tell me who in the pack paid for the job.”

My fingers graze his skin, and he frantically shouts, “I can’t! I’m a lone wolf. The Huron River pack is large, strong. If I betray them, I’ll be killed.”

I lean over the table, coming closer to the wolf so I can look him directly in the eyes. “Newsflash, buddy, you’ve already told us it was them. You’ve already betrayed them. Now tell me what I want to know, or I’ll steal it from your head. I don’t like doing that, but I will because I need to know who wants me dead.”

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