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the house to make the kill,” Sophia guessed.
    “You got it. And trust me. These guys don’t like to be
confused. Or think they’ve been tricked.”
    Sophia heard a throat being cleared next to her and a voice
asking, “Think maybe I could get an introduction?”
    She grinned. “Rebecca, meet Logan Tanner. Logan, this is my
sister, Bec.”
    She watched the two of them shake hands and was stunned at
the electricity arcing between them that was almost visible. She saw Rebecca’s
eyes widen fractionally and Logan’s narrow just a bit. It was at least thirty
seconds before they broke eye contact.
    Well, well! Very interesting. But what happens when Bec
finds out Logan’s a shifter?
    Dakota had adapted very well as a human mating with a
shifter, but Dakota had her own mystical background. Not everyone was as
accepting. Sophia might have to do a little groundwork here if things between
her sister and her teammate went beyond the incendiary handshake situation.
    “I hate to interrupt, but isn’t everyone waiting for us?”
she asked.
    Hands dropped as if burned by fire and both people did their
best to act as if nothing unusual had happened.
    “Of course.” Rebecca smoothed a stray hair back toward her
ponytail. “Down this hall. By the way,” she glanced at Sophia, “you know your
old friend Bobby Lacroix is the lead on the case, right? That a problem for
you?”
    “Not as long as he doesn’t make it one. There was never
anything between us. My choice, though, not his, so I hope he doesn’t hold
grudges.”
    “It won’t be for that,” she laughed. “He’s a newlywed and
damn happy about it.” Then she sobered. “But he was the detective who made such
an issue of how absurd your claims of the cause of death were when the twins
were…slaughtered.”
    “Maybe he’s had a change of heart,” she muttered as they
entered a conference room.
    Several people sitting at the table looked up expectantly as
they entered. Some of the faces were familiar to Sophia, some of them not. But
the man belonging to the most familiar one stood up and held out his hand. He
wasn’t smiling.
    “I can’t say it isn’t good to see you, Sophia,” Bobby
Lacroix said, “but not under these circumstances.”
    “I understand.”
    They shook hands and introduced Logan to the man who rose
beside him.
    “Greg Flannery. Our sergeant.”
    The big blond man with wide shoulders and gray threaded into
his hair shook hands with them, his face expressionless.
    “Your boss…or whatever he is…certainly threw his weight
around, making sure we had everything together for you,” he told them. “I hope
you’ll be some damn help here but I doubt it. You know how I feel about this
insane theory of yours, Sophia.”
    Sophia bit back her irritation. “Craig Stafford doesn’t
throw his weight around, as you so bluntly put it. He just has a lot of
influence. And I might say, a lot of resources at his disposal. We’re not here
to get in your way. We’re here to help and share information. And it isn’t a
theory. We have proof. Pictures. Other things.”
    “You have to admit, this whole thing sounds like something
out of a horror movie.”
    “You said the same thing when my nephews were victims of the
last killing spree,” she pointed out. “You ignored everything I told you yet
never found a human being to pin those murders on and now the creature is back
again.”
    “The same mythical creature you tried to sell us before.”
    Sophia sighed. “Greg, the Chupacabra is very real. A mutated
animal of some sort that kills in a very specific way. It’s not a legend, it’s
a fact. Believe me. When you look at the pictures you won’t think that.” She
handed the folder to Bobby. “I’ll let you give this out to your folks.”
    “And help you promote this crazy theory of yours again.” His
words were clipped. Taut.
    “You won’t know whether it’s crazy or not until you hear
what we have to say and look at the evidence,” she