in a chair across from the sofa and motioned her to sit back down. A cell phone lay on the cushion beside her.
“Call anybody?” he asked.
“What makes you think this is my phone?” The old Tallulah was back in control, abrasive and defensive.
“Is it?”
“No. So what did you want to ask me?”
“Tell me about the body you found. Did you know the person?”
She swallowed hard. “It was Jeb Johnson, your landlord.”
“I never met him. Just one of his sons, forgot the name.”
“That would be Tommy or Ainsley. Jeb didn’t get out much in the last year or so, wasn’t feeling well,” she said. She picked up the coffee mug and took a long draw.
Hope loosened the tightness in his chest. The man was old. Perhaps he’d gone for an early morning walk and his heart gave up the ghost.
“A possible heart attack?”
“I wish. No.” She pursed her lips a moment. “His neck was cut open. Or—” her eyes narrowed a fraction “—he was bitten.”
“Bitten?” he asked, fighting to keep his voice mild, his expression neutral. Holy hell. The nightmare continued. “Bitten by what? A wild dog? A bear?”
She set the mug on the table. “No bears in these parts. Not for decades. No wild dogs, either, that I’m aware of.”
Easy, Payton. Easy. Keep your eyes and face like Switzerland.
Silence weighted the space between them.
“I can’t help thinking of that creature I saw near here,” Tallulah said at last. “The wolf that entered the house.”
Payton smiled sardonically. “If a wolf had walked in here, I promise one of us would have noticed.”
“I know what I saw.”
“What you think you saw,” he amended.
“Something strange is going on around here. Is there something you want to tell me? While we’re alone?”
A pang of longing shot through his heart. How nice it would be to confide in someone instead of keeping the secret locked inside. Never. Don’t even consider such a dangerous notion. His loyalty was to the pack. To his own kind. And they were in deep, deep trouble.
“There’s nothing to tell,” he replied dully. “We’re here to do a job and then we’ll be on our way in a few months.”
“You’re lying,” she said flatly.
Payton pursed his lips, biting back a sharp retort. Bad enough he was forced to live a lie, but he wasn’t a hypocrite. He did what he must in order to protect himself and the pack. If the wrong people knew they were shapeshifters, it would result in a witch hunt—the likes of which would make Salem appear tame by comparison.
He shifted the inquisition. “Who did you call?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“When I was upstairs, you called someone. Who? And why?”
Her face was as calm and stoic as a piece of polished amber. “Nobody.”
“Now who’s lying?”
Siren wails intruded upon their impasse, signaling the rapid-approaching arm of the law. Footsteps lumbered up the back porch steps as several members of the pack returned.
It was going to be a bitch of a day.
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