d his waist so that I held him more securely against me。 His skin was slick under my hands。 He managed to put a hand on the cabinet behind us。 I stared into his eyes from inches away； and there were worlds to drown in； in those eyes； needs and hopes； everything。
A man's voice yelled； 〃Police！〃
I yelled back； 〃Don't shoot； the bad guys are gone。 We've got wounded。〃 I moved Micah so he could prop himself against the cabinet； then put my hands on my head and moved carefully into the doorway。 I had to step over the bodies in the kitchen door to e into the line of sight of the two officers crouched in the doorway。 If I'd been a large imposing man； they might still have fired not on purpose exactly； but you don't see three bodies in a doorway in Jefferson County； Missouri； every day。 But I was small； female； and looked fairly benign； unarmed。 But I kept talking as I moved anyway。 Things like； 〃They attacked us。 We've got wounded。 We need an ambulance。 Thank God you guys came when you did。 The sirens scared them away。〃 I kept babbling until I was sure that they weren't going to shoot me； then the really hard part started。 How do you explain five bodies in your kitchen； some of which even in death didn't look very human？ Beats the hell out of me。
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TWO HOURS LATER I was sitting on my couch； talking to Zerbrowski。 He looked； as he usually did； like he'd dressed in a hurry； in the dark； so that nothing quite matched； and he'd grabbed the tie with the stain on it； instead of the one that he probably meant to wear。 His wife； Katie； was a neat； orderly sort of person； and I'd never figured out why she allowed Zerbrowski to leave the house dressed like a walking disaster。 Of course； maybe it wasn't a matter of allowing him to do anything； maybe it was just one of those battles you just gave up on after a few years。
Caleb sat on the far end of the couch huddled in a blanket we'd gotten off the bed。 The paramedics that had taken Claudia away had said he was in shock。 I was betting that this was the first time he'd been on the wrong end of a shotgun。 Only the top of his curls and a thin slit of brown eyes showed above the blanket。 He looked about ten years old； huddled like that。 I would have offered fort but Zerbrowski wouldn't let me talk to him or anyone else。 Merle stood against the wall at the end of the couch； watching everything with unreadable eyes。 The cops kept giving him little eye flicks as they moved around the room。 He made most of them unfortable for the same reason he made me unfortable； he wore the potential for violence like an expensive cologne。
Zerbrowski pushed his glasses more firmly on his nose； shoved his hands in his pants pockets； and looked down at me。 He was standing； I was sitting； the looking down part was easy。 〃So let me get this straight； these guys just burst in here； and you don't have the first idea why。〃
〃That's right；〃 I said。
He stared at me。 I stared back。 If he thought I was going to break under the pressure of his steely gaze； he was wrong。 It helped that I really didn't have the faintest idea what was going on。 I sat。 He stood。 We stared at each other。 Caleb shuddered on his end of the couch。 Merle watched all the people scurrying back and forth。
There were a lot of people。 They moved around the house behind Zerbrowski； going in and out of the kitchen； like huge； ambitious ants。 There's always too many people at a crime scene； not gawkers either。 You always have too many cops around； way more than you need。 But you never know which pair of eyes or hands will find that vital clue。 Frankly； I thought more evidence was probably lost with all the traffic than found with the extra help； but that was me。 I'm just not the social type。
We stood in our own little well of silence。 The bedroom door opened behind us。 I glanced back to see Micah e out of the room。 He was wearing a pair of my sweatpants。 Since they were men's sweats anyway and we were the same height； they fit perfectly。 I'd never had a boyfriend that I could trade clothes with before。 You just didn't find that many grown men my size。
The police hadn't let him shower； so his long hair had dried in messy clumps to his shoulders。 The drying liquid was beginning to flake off in patches。 His chartreuse eyes flicked towards me； but they stayed neutral。 Dolph came right behind him； looming over Micah the way he loomed over me。 Dolph's eyes weren't neutral； they were angry。 He'd been angry since he stepped through the door。 He'd separated us all into different rooms。 Nathaniel was being questioned by his friend from the police station； Detective Jessica Arnet。 They were in the guest room upstairs。 Detective Perry had questioned Caleb and was still questioning Zane。 Dolph had done Merle and Micah。 Zerbrowski hadn't so much questioned me as simply stood there and made sure I didn't talk to any of the others。 Call it a hunch； but I was betting Dolph planned on questioning me personally。
We did have five bodies on the ground； three of which even in death hadn't changed back to human form。 The three snake things had stayed snakey。 Shapeshifters always change back to their original form in death。 Always。 Which raised the question； if they weren't shapeshifters； what the hell were they？
〃Anita；〃 Dolph said。 One word； but I knew what he meant。 I got up and went for the bedroom。 Micah brushed his fingertips across my hand as I passed him。 Dolph's eyes tightened； and I knew he'd noticed。
He held the door for me； and I walked past him into my bedroom。 I resented them using my house； my bedroom； to question me； but it beat the hell out of going downtown。 So I kept my plaints to myself。 Dolph had every reason to take us all downtown。 We had dead bodies； and I wasn't even denying I had killed them。 Oh； I might have tried to deny it if I thought I could get away with it； but I couldn't； so I didn't。
He motioned me to the kitchen chair that had been moved into the bedroom。 He stayed standing； all six…feet…eight of him。 〃Tell me；〃 he said。
I told him exactly what had happened。 I told the truth； all of it。 Of course I didn't know enough to need to lie。 They'd carted Igor's body away； all those bright tattoos still vibrant； more alive than the rest of him。 We had one dead and one wounded。 It was my house。 It was obviously a case of self…defense。 The only difference from the other two times I'd had to kill people in my house was the number of bodies and that some of them were so not…human。 Other than that； I'd walked on much more questionable occasions。 So why was Dolph treating this one more seriously？ I didn't have a clue。
Dolph stared down at me。 He has a much better steely gaze than Zerbrowski； but I gave him calm； blank eyes。 I could look innocent this time； because I was。
〃And you don't know why they wanted to take you？〃
Actually； I had a thought on that one； but I didn't share it； couldn't。 They might have e hunting me because I nearly killed their leader。 One of the problems with withholding evidence from the police is that later you can't always explain yourself without confessing that you've withheld evidence。 This was one of those moments。 I hadn't told Dolph about the half…men half…snakes taking Nathaniel and the fight afterwards。 I could have told him now； but 。。。 but there were too many things that I'd have had to tell him； like that maybe I was going to be a wereleopard。 Dolph hated the monsters。 I wasn't ready to share that with him。
I gave him an innocent face and said； 〃Nope。〃
〃They wanted you pretty damn bad； Anita； to e in here with this kind of firepower。〃
I shrugged。 〃I guess so。〃
The anger filled his eyes； thinned his lips to a tight line。 〃You are lying to me。〃
I widened my eyes。 〃Would I do that？〃
He whirled and slammed his hand into the top of my dresser； hard enough that the mirror thudded against the wall。 The glass shivered； and for a second I thought it might shatter。 It didn't； but the door opened and Zerbrowski stuck his head in the door。 〃Everything alright in here？〃
Dolph glared at him； but Zerbrowski didn't flinch。 〃Maybe I should finish questioning Anita。〃
Dolph shook his head。 〃Get out； Zerbrowski。〃
Brave man that he was； he looked at me。 〃You okay with that； Anita？
I nodded； but Dolph was already yelling； 〃Get the fuck out！〃
Zerbrowski gave us both a last look and closed the door； saying； 〃Yell if you need anything。〃 The door closed； and in the sudden silence I could hear Dolph's breathing； heavy； labored。 I could smell the sweat on his skin； faint； not unpleasant； but a sure sign that he was in distress。 What was going on？
〃Dolph？〃 I made his name a question。
He spoke without turning around。 〃I am taking a lot of heat for you； Anita。〃
〃Not on this you're not；〃 I said。 〃Everybody that you took out of this house won't be human。 The laws may cover shapeshifters as human； but I know how it works。 What's one more dead monster？〃
He turned then； leaning his big body against the dresser； arms crossed。 〃I thought that shapeshifters changed back to human form when they died。〃
〃They do；〃 I said。
〃The snake things didn't。〃
〃No； they didn't。〃
We looked at each other。 〃You're saying they weren't shapeshifters？〃
〃No； I'm saying I don't kn