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her head in a toothy no. Her partner might not consciously know who she was, but he always seemed to know what she was thinking.
    “We aren’t here to give you trouble. We just need to know if you sold any modified trucks for carcass carrying.”
    “I can get you the names. We sold one and had another brought in for modifications a couple weeks ago. But you’ll have to speak to the mechanic on that.” The man wiped his hand over his close-cropped gray hair, smiling nervously. “He’s over at the garage behind us.”
    Damian growled his thanks and motioned for Kyla to head out. “Well, girl. He seemed a bit nervous. Wonder what he’s hiding?”
    Kyla ignored Damien and padded toward the short figure standing next to an old truck in front of a garage. Damian hurried to join her.
    “Hi, there.” Damian tucked his hands into his pockets and took up a casual pose. “Just talked to your boss and he said you could help us. We’re looking for a guy who may have just bought in a truck to be modified? Know anyone?”
    The mechanic straightened and faced Kyla, rather than Damian. His fear wafted over her in a strong pungent scent that grabbed hold of her senses and screamed.
    “Yeah, a guy came in two weeks ago with an old truck he wanted fixed so he could carry animals.”
    “How’s about a name?”
    “Look, buddy. All I know is he’s a big guy with blond hair and he paid me cash up front. That’s all I care about. Why don’t you check the Animal Licensing Bureau? He had a license, so I did the modifications. That’s all.”
    Kyla twitched as his scent grew thicker. This guy was lying. Whoever the man was, he hadn’t had a license. Bumping against Damien’s leg, she tried to tell him with her eyes that he was lying.
    Damian leaned in and growled, “Whatever side thing you got going, I don’t care. I just want the name of the man.”
    “I was busy, you know. And I didn’t bother to check his license. He knew his stuff about the business. Knew he needed the truck modified and a special place to store and render down the animals. Told me about the sweet deal on property he’d found. He didn’t tell me his name, but when he answered his mobile, he said a name. Maybe it was him?”
    “What was it?”
    “Called himself Actaeon. Weird name, but it’s not as if you can choose them, can ya? Um, can I go now?”
    Damien nodded absently. He always had a blank look when he concentrated hard on a case—on how the puzzle fitted together. She liked the fact he obsessed until he had the right answer. As for their shared case, Actaeon was a weird name and not one she’d heard before. This case wasn’t the slam-dunk she thought it would be. Then again, she was always up for the challenge of something new. She just hoped that Damien was too.

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Kyla watched as Damien settled in behind his desk. He wasn’t high enough up the food chain to warrant his own office, but he sat in a relatively quiet spot of the station, especially early in the evening. She chafed at the delay in tracking down licenses and addresses, but her scenting abilities were letting her down. Normally, this case would have been wrapped up, and she’d be back in the compound training the puppies again. But nothing about this case was normal and the perp obviously wasn’t human. He had way too much classified info to be mortal. More likely, he was an Otherworld, maybe even a Lykos. If true, he’d be shown no mercy. He was already dead and just didn’t know it yet.
    “You ready to track down this bastard?” Damien grinned down at her. “Okay, let’s run a search on recent licenses for the rendering and transportation of animal carcasses.”
    Ignoring Damien as he typed furiously, she eased herself into a prone position. It was a wasted job. This killer wasn’t on any database. He probably didn’t own a current driver’s license. He wasn’t going to find anything…
    “No current licenses, but don’t stress, Wolf.