It took me a few seconds to realize he meant biker-gang Outcast, not heaven-and-hell Outcast. The overlap was a little confusing.

“Shit.” Cody hit his palm with his fist. “We spooked him.”

“Yep.”

“It is as I said,” Stefan said in a matter-of-fact manner. “The unfeeling have strong senses of self-preservation. If Jerry Dunham was involved with some nefarious scheme, I do not doubt he had an exit plan in place.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure it was nefarious, all right.” Within the confines of my jeans, my tail lashed with righteous outrage. I stilled it with a conscious effort, curling it between my thighs. And in case you were wondering, yes, it does feel kind of good there. I try not to think about it at inappropriate intervals. “So what now?” I asked Cody. “Do we try to bring in Matthew Mollenkamp for questioning or interview the priest?”

“I pick up Mollenkamp.” He pointed at me. “You call Amanda Brooks at the PVB—remember?”

Double crap! I’d managed to forget that particular assignment. “Don’t you think the chief would think this was more important?” I asked hopefully.

“No.” Cody squashed my hopes without a trace of remorse. “I don’t. And I think it would be better to spring you on Mollenkamp after we’ve had a chance to question him for a bit. I don’t imagine he’ll be a particularly cooperative witness, since he’s not going to be eager to implicate himself in this. Let the element of surprise work for us.”

“Okay, fine.” With a sigh, I fished my phone out of my purse.

Despite my fondest wishes, Amanda Brooks took my call immediately and asked in a brisk, no-nonsense tone if I could meet with her in her office in half an hour, and despite my deepest reluctance, I agreed.

And in the midst of our brief discussion, Stefan Ludovic took the opportunity to make his exit.

“Damn.” Ending the call, I gazed after the vanishing taillight of his Harley. “Where’s he going?”

Cody shrugged. “Places to go, people to feed on. Does it matter?”

“It might.” I gave him a sharp look. “I would have liked to know more about why Mary Sudbury has him worried.”

“I have a feeling the word ravening plays into it.” Cody allowed himself another brief shudder, shaking off the last remaining dregs of Emma Sudbury’s misery. “Come on, Pixy Stix. I’ll give you a ride to your car. I want to swing by Jerry Dunham’s and confirm it for myself before I head up to Appeldoorn.”

Approximately half an hour later, I pulled into the little parking lot of the Pemkowet Visitors Bureau.