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behind Javi's chair.
    "Who are you people?" Javi demanded. "How did you get ahold of Tel Aviv?"
    Colonel Kenslir unlocked the handcuffs and untied the woman. "When you've been doing this job as long as I have, you make connections."
    Javi rubbed her wrists, watching the telepath suspiciously. "And what job is it you do?"
    The door to the vault-like room slowly cycled inward, revealing a tiled hallway beyond. Kenslir gestured for Javi to come with him.
    "We hunt monsters."
    Javi glared at Kenslir and Gloria as she walked out of the room. She touched her face briefly and discovered her nose had been set and cleaned up.
    "Monsters hunting monsters—how American."
    "I believe you were supposed to tell me some things," Kenslir said, leading the way down the hall. It was a long corridor, set with many other vault-like doors. At the far end, a large freight elevator sat waiting, the door open.
    Javi frowned, glancing back at the quiet telepath behind her. "Yes, I was sent here to keep an eye on Mr. Katz."
    "Because there have been other murders?"
    "Six before Miami," Javi admitted.
    "All Mossad?"
    Javi hesitated. "All Nazi hunters."
    Kenslir raised an eyebrow in surprise. "And no clue as to the murderer's identity?"
    They had reached the elevator now. Javi could see they were below ground. Kenslir pushed the button for the fifteenth floor and the doors slid quietly shut.
    "No."
    "And you didn't see anything?"
    "No, I wasn't there. I was watching someone else."
    Kenslir again showed surprise. "Another Nazi hunter in Miami?"
    "Quid pro quo," Javi said. "What have you got?"
    "Possibly a witness."
     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
     
     
     
    "This is it," Deb Harris said, putting the big sedan in park. Jimmy Kane was seated up front with her, while Alvarro Sierra and Josie Winters were in the back seat. Jimmy was in a fresh pair of gray pants with a loose black t-shirt and bright, white sneakers. Josie was wearing tan slacks, blue polo shirt and a blue, government windbreaker.
    When Deb reached for her door, Alvarro laid a hand on her shoulder. "Let's not overdo it, Deb. Me and Ms. Winters will take this one."
    Deb glared at her partner, but said nothing.
    Alvarro and Josie exited the car and walked up the sidewalk to an unremarkable one story house in the suburbs.
    "You look kind of young to be an agent," Sierra said.
    Josie just smiled at the detective, her green-black eyes, strangely similar to the Colonel's, twinkling. "I hear that a lot."
    They walked up onto the porch together, but before Josie could knock on the door, Alvarro spoke up.
    "For the record, I think this is a dead end. The guards were already interviewed."
    Josie knocked on the door. "Mark's been doing this a lot longer than you'd think, Detective. If he thinks this security guard might have seen more than he said he did, it's worth checking out. Besides, I thought you and your partner would appreciate being included in this."
    "I thought that was just so you people could keep an eye on us."
    Josie smiled and said nothing.
    The door finally opened, revealing a sweaty, disheveled man in a security guard uniform.
    "Eric Mosley?" Alvarro asked, showing his badge.
    "Yeah," Mosley said, eyeing the pair suspiciously.
    "I'm Detective Sierra and this is Agent Winters. We'd like to talk to you about last night's murder."
    Mosley rubbed his chin with his right hand—which was wrapped in bandages. "I already gave my statement this morning."
    "What happened to your hand?" Josie asked.
    Mosley bristled for a moment. "It's nothing."
    Alvarro smiled. "Can we come in?"
    "Sure," Mosley said, opening the outer screen door and stepping back out of the way.
    ***
     
    "So, how'd you become a werewolf?" Deb asked. She was staring intently at Jimmy, who was watching the house while they waited in the parked unmarked police car.
    "Uh, I volunteered."
    Deb laughed. "What kind of an idiot volunteers to become a werewolf?"
    Jimmy glared at her, finally tearing his eyes off the house. "It's