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“I don’t know of any real issues,” Georgia said, and she sounded convinced. But Cassie and Wes exchanged a look that said there was more to dig through here, more to consider.
“What about Cash?” Connor asked. “He seemed pretty eager to keep the investigation as low-key as possible.”
“That’s Cash,” Georgia said. “He doesn’t like humans, doesn’t trust them. Barely trusts anyone who isn’t clan. Certainly doesn’t trust anyone who isn’t Pack,” she said, with some chagrin, as she looked at me.
“Cassie?” I asked quietly. “Wes? Do you know of any problems with Loren?”
Cassie winced, looked apologetically at Georgia. “I don’t want to speak ill of the dead.”
“It’s not ill if it’s the truth,” Georgia said. “So spit it out.”
“It’s just, there were some general complaints,” she said. “About how he didn’t really listen to concerns when they were brought to him. Same for Everett and Cash. The younger shifters want change. They want to revitalize the clan, the resort. They don’t feel like they’re being heard.”
“And me?” Georgia asked, spine snapping straight. “Are people having words about me they aren’t willing to say to my face?”
“No,” Cassie said kindly, and put a hand over her mother’s. “You care about the clan, and everyone knows that. Everett and Cash and Loren are... old-school. They care about staying in control. And sometimes, that’s at the expense of the clan.”
Georgia sat back, breathed in deeply, and took that in, waited for it to settle.
Cassie, concern in her eyes, looked at me. “I don’t know about anything specific, but—”
She looked at Wes, who nodded and said, “Tell them.”
“Loren was with Paisley before she died.”
The room went silent.
“How do you know?” Connor asked.
“I saw them. They were walking together along the main road. There’s a coffee shop about half a mile up. It’s a nice walk, so I assumed that’s where they were going. I was driving on my way into town. I waved, but I don’t think either of them saw me. Or at least they didn’t acknowledge me. I ran some errands in town, came back again. And that’s when I found out what happened.”
“I thought Loren found her after she was dead,” Connor said, which was what Marian had told us.
“That’s what I heard, too,” Georgia said, frowning and shifting in her seat, as if literally discomforted by the information.
“That may still be true,” Cassie said. “But it’s not the entire story. And it didn’t look like they were having a very good time.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“It looked like they were arguing about something. I mean, I couldn’t hear them. I could just see that they were talking kind of... energetically, I guess. Neither one of them looked particularly happy. I just figured they were disagreeing about something.”
“Did you tell anyone?” Connor asked.
“No,” she said. “There didn’t seem any point. Cash, the sheriff, and Loren decided it was an accident.”
“It could have been an accident,” Georgia said. “Paisley had no enemies. She was young, sweet. Naive but kind. Full of life. There’s no reason anyone would have wanted her dead—Loren or anyone else.”
Maybe not. But there were a lot of reasons for murder. Revenge was only one of them. She could have seen something she wasn’t supposed to. Or had something that someone else wanted.
“It was a horrible accident,” Georgia said, “and there’s no evidence of anything else. We have enough tragedy to focus on without creating more trouble for ourselves.”
Connor looked at her for a long time. “We found a print in the woods,” he said. “Big animal. Vaguely wolf but much bigger than anything else we’ve seen.”
I nearly pulled out my screen to show her the photograph, when Connor gently squeezed my knee. A sign to keep that to myself, I figured, so I just adjusted my napkin.
“Bigger?” Georgia said, leaning forward. “What’s bigger?”
“We were hoping you’d have some idea—since you live here,” he added.
