A small man in fatigues silently came in with a sheet of paper, distracting him. Walter’s eyes slowly slid from me, and my pent-up shudder broke free. My lips pressed together in annoyance that he had gotten to me. Walter stood by the wide window, light spilling in over him and his paper as he squinted at it. While reading, he pointed to the first-aid kit, and silently the man collected it all and left.

“Rachel Morgan, independent runner and equal third holder in Vampiric Charms,” Walter said. “Broke from the I.S. last June and survived?” His attention came back to me. Curiosity high in his rugged, tanned face, he sat in an over-stuffed chair and let the paper fall to the floor. No one picked it up. I glanced at it, seeing a blurry shot of me with my hair all over the place and my lips parted like I was on Brimstone. I frowned, not remembering it being taken.

Walter put an ankle on one knee, and I pulled my gaze up, waiting.

“Only someone very smart or very wealthy survives an I.S. death threat,” he said, thick powerful fingers steepled. “You aren’t smart, seeing as we caught you, and you clearly work for your bread and butter. Being from Cincinnati, you’re logically one of Kalamack’s more attractive sacrificial sheep.”

I took an angry breath, and Jenks caught my elbow, jerking me back. “I don’t work for Trent,” I said, feeling myself warm. “I broke my I.S. contract on my own. He had nothing to do with it, except that I paid for my freedom by almost nailing his ass for trafficking in biodrugs.”

Walter smiled to show me small white teeth. “Says here you had breakfast with him last December after a night on the town.”

My flush of anger turned to one of embarrassment. “I was suffering from hypothermia and he didn’t want to drop me at the hospital or my office.” One would have gotten the law involved, the other my roommate, both to be avoided if one’s name was Kalamack.

“Exactly.” Walter leaned forward, his eyes fixed on mine. “You saved his life.”

Rubbing my fingers into my forehead, I said, “It was a one shot deal. Maybe if I had been thinking I would’ve let him drown, but then I would’ve had to give the ten thousand back.”

Walter was smug as he leaned into his chair by the window, the sun glinting on his white hair. “The question you will answer is how did Kalamack find out about the artifact’s existence, much less that someone knew where it was and where that person is?”

Slowly I sat on the edge of the couch, feeling sick. Jenks moved to the other side of the coffee table, sitting to watch my back, Walter, and the door all at the same time. Male Weres were known to cut females of any species a lot of slack since their hormones guided their thoughts, but eventually logic would kick in and things were going to get nasty. I glanced at the two men by the door, then the plate-glass window. Neither one was a good option. I had nowhere to go.