I nodded, watching my feet so I wouldn’t walk on any more markers. “I talked to Mr. Ray on the way over,” I offered, and Glenn looked askance at me. “I have an appointment with him later today at his office.” My hand went up when he took a breath. “You aren’t coming with me, so don’t ask—but I will tell you what we talked about if it touches on this.” I couldn’t bring a FIB detective to a client meeting. How lame was that?

Glenn looked ready to protest but then dropped his gaze. “Thank you.”

The easing of my tension didn’t last, and my blood pressure went higher the closer we got to the body. My nose started working, and over the scent of musk gone rank and excited vampire was the smell of redwood. I smoothed my expression into nothing, my gaze going to the tidy-looking guy in jeans and dress shirt standing a little apart from everyone. They have a witch out here? Interesting.

The circle of Inderlanders parted to show a Were corpse sprawled dramatically at the base of a large tombstone, the grass stained with black blood. A dead wolf the size of a pony was a lot less disturbing than a naked man, even one that had blood matting his fur and the eyes rolled back so far the whites showed. A hind leg had a clean tear to the bone, slicing the femoral artery open. The scent of blood was strong, and my gut tightened. Suicide? I thought, averting my gaze. I doubted it.

Denon was smiling at me with his lips closed to hide his human teeth. Beside him the witch’s nostrils widened as he took in my scent hidden behind the orange spice perfume I used to muddle Ivy’s instincts. His mouth quirked, and he touched his clean-shaven chin with the back of his hand. My skin prickled when he tapped a line, and I didn’t know whether to be insulted or flattered that he thought I was a threat. What did he think I was going to do? Curse everyone? But upon remembering he could see my aura as easy as sneezing and that it was covered in black demon smut, I couldn’t blame him.

Two men stood from their crouch over the corpse, leaving one to take core samples to determine how far the blood had soaked into the ground. I felt like we had interrupted punks tormenting a dog to death, and I forced myself not to back up when they turned their attention to us.

Glenn looked cool and casual in his suit and with his gun on his hip, but I knew by the strong scent of cologne coming off him that he was wired for action. Eyes fixed on Denon’s, he said evenly, “Ms. Morgan and my team would like a moment with the body before you move it.”