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It turned out that everyone had reported their people missing, neglecting to mention the part about being wereanimals. "But don't you see, the police have a twenty-one-year-old college senior missing, a forty-five-year-old husband, a thirty-something single woman, and a thirty-something married man. Other than the fact that they're all Caucasian, there is no common denominator to link up these cases. But if I can tell the police they are all wereanimals, then that's the link. You guys live all over the city. You have different police units working on each case. They'll never make the connection, unless we tell them what the connection is."
Janet Talbot nodded first. "Andy's almost got his pre-med degree. If they find out what he is, he'll never be a doctor, but I want him safe more than I want anything right now. So I agree, go to the police."
"I can't speak for Amber," Christine said, "but I'm pretty sure she'd agree."
"I should ask the others first, but the hell with it, find Rebecca for us, even if that means bringing in the cops," Boone said.
We all turned to Nilisha MacNair. "No, if they find out, we are all ruined."
Olivia took her hand. Ethan knelt in front of her. "Mother, without father what does it matter?"
I wasn't sure she'd agree since he'd been cheating on her, but she nodded and she agreed. Love is a funny thing sometimes. But whatever the motive, it meant I could talk to Dolph, and I wouldn't even have to lie.
Chapter 45
DOLPH ANSWERED ON the second ring. "Dolph." He never said, Regional Preternatural Investigation Team, or even police, just his name, not even his last name, not even his full first name, just "Dolph," or "Dolph, here." Did anyone ever complain? Somehow I doubted it.
He sounded as close to surprised as he ever gets. "Anita, I didn't expect to hear from you until we'd at least finished the paperwork on the last batch of bodies." I heard a man's voice, but couldn't tell what was said. Dolph came back on. "Zerbrowski says that if you killed someone else just hide the body, he's not starting over on the paperwork."
"I know enough about procedure to know that he'd have to start a new report anyway. Separate crime, separate report, right?"
"Do you really have a fresh body out there?" He sounded tired, but not surprised.
"No," I said.
"Then how do we rate a call?"
"I have information pertaining to several crimes and the permission of those involved to tell you the truth, the whole truth. Now, isn't that refreshing?"
I could almost feel him sitting up over the phone. "I'm a cop, truth is always refreshing, so dazzle me."
I told him. As I'd suspected, the MacNair case was already on the roster for Dolph and the gang, but it was the first he'd heard of the others.
"I interviewed the wife personally. She kept saying she had no idea why some monster would attack her husband. It might have helped us find him if we'd known."
"Dolph, they run a restaurant. If it gets out that they're shapeshifters, they may lose it."
"Board of Health can't shut them down for this."
"No, but word will get out, and the customers will start to worry. You know it, and I know it."
"No one will find out from my people. You have my word on it."
"Yeah, but how many other departments are involved? How many nonpolice are at every crime scene, not to mention clerical workers? It'll come out, Dolph, eventually it'll come out."
"I'll keep a lid on it, Anita, but I can only guarantee my people."
"I know, Dolph, but Andy Talbot wants to be a doctor. He'll never get into med school once this comes out. Rebecca Morton is a chiropractor. If they find out what she is, they'll yank her license."
"Why is it that most of these people go in for professions where this is a problem?"
I shrugged, knew he couldn't see it. "Just lucky, I guess."
"I think it's stubbornness," Dolph said.
"What do you mean?"
"Tell anyone that they can't do something, and they'll want to do it."
He had a good point. "Makes sense."
"How do these disappearances tie in to the attack on your house?"
Damn, the whole truth, I'd said. There was my chance to prove it. I took a deep breath and told him almost all of the truth. I told him that Gregory had called for help, leaving out why he'd call me. Dolph never questioned that I'd be a good choice when calling for rescue from the monsters. He did say, "He could have called the police."
"It hasn't been that long since the police killed wereanimals on sight, Dolph. You can't really blame them for being leery of you guys."
"Why didn't you tell me all this when you were in for questioning?"
"You were mad at me," I said, as if that explained it. And it sort of did, though it made me sound childish.
"What are you leaving out?" he asked.
"I tell you the truth, and you still doubt me. That really hurts, Dolph,"
"Not as much as it's going to if I find out you withheld evidence on this."
"It's not like you to make threats, Dolph."
"I'm tired," he said.
I was quiet for a second. "You should get some rest, Dolph."
"Yeah, if you can keep from killing anyone else, maybe I'll catch up on the paperwork."
"I'll do my best," I said.
"You do that." I heard him take a deep breath. "Is this all the information you're going to give me on this?"
"Yep."
"I'll go back and interview the families again. Do you know how much extra work this is going to be, just because they f**king lied the first time?"
"They didn't mean to make your job hard, Dolph, they were just scared."
"Yeah, so isn't everyone?" With that, he hung up.
I stared at the buzzing phone. The man was not in a good mood. I knew why, now, and I was probably one of the few outside his family that did know why. I wondered how much grouchier he was going to get, and if it would start affecting his job, if it hadn't already. If his hatred of the monsters took away his objectivity, then he was going to be useless as the head of the Regional Preternatural Investigation Team. Shit. It was a problem for another day. I could add it to the list of things I'd worry about later. At the rate the list was growing, I'd never have time to worry about everything on it. Maybe I could throw a dart and make what it stuck in the problem of the day. Or maybe I could just ignore the list. Yeah, ignoring sounded good.
Chapter 46
THE MACNAIRS, PLUS bodyguard, promised to drive straight to RPIT's headquarters and give statements. Janet Talbot went with them. Christine didn't really know anything about the werelion's disappearance, so she just went home, promising to be careful. I offered to let her stay at my place until the bad guy, or guys, was caught, but she turned me down flat.
Donovan Reece said, "She is an independent creature."
I could admire that. "I hope her independence doesn't get her hurt."
He shrugged, getting to his feet. I noticed a lump under the front of his pink shirt. "You're armed," I said.
He glanced down at the place where his gun was trying and failing to hide. "I won't let my girls be taken again."
"People, call them people," I said.
He gave me a smile. "They are all girls."
"Humor me," I said.
He gave a small bow of his head. "My people, fine, but I won't let them be taken again."
"Or you either, Donovan. Remember everyone that's vanished has been a leader, not a follower. They chained Nathaniel up because they thought he was you; your people being taken was just incidental."
He met my eyes, suddenly very serious. "You're right. How did you know I was armed?"
"If you're going to tuck a gun into the front of your pants, wear a darker-colored shirt, and maybe one that's a size bigger."
He nodded. "I've never carried a gun before."
"Do you know how to use it?"
"I know how to shoot. I just don't usually carry concealed."
"Do you have a license to carry?"
He blinked at me.
"I take that as a no."
"No," he said.
"Then if you use it and kill someone, it's going to be a headache in court. Carrying concealed without a license will make it an illegal weapon. Depending on the judge, you might see jail time."
