Jenks’s wings cooled my neck, and I squinted in the glare as they bundled David into a cruiser. “Jenks?” I said, and the pitch of the pixy’s wings shifted.

“See you back at the church,” he said, darting off to eavesdrop on them.

I held my breath as he hovered over the lot, dropping like a stone to dart inside the cruiser with David when no one was looking. I wished him well as the cruiser eased forward, hesitating briefly before pulling into traffic. ’Bye, David.

My breath slipped from me, long and slow. Leaning into the car, I retrieved David’s keys and dropped them in my bag. I’d find another way home, but I’d need his keys to get in to feed his cat. Damn it. I’d seen this before, and it hadn’t ended well.

I shut David’s car door with a thump, and my blood pressure spiked when I spotted Glenn’s trim silhouette headed for me from across the lot. “Well, at least I know now why you didn’t show for our date at the morgue!” I shouted across the distance between us.

His pace was purposeful, but his head was bowed in what I hoped was guilt. “I’m sorry, Rachel,” the ex–military officer said as he halted beside me.

“Sorry!” I exclaimed, more than a little upset at Glenn’s overzealous Boy Scout mentality. “Whatever David’s been arrested for, he didn’t do it! I was with Trent this morning, and he flat-out told me he was the one murdering the Weres to find that stupid-ass statue.”

Glenn didn’t look any happier, his stud earrings making an odd statement next to his otherwise eminently professional mien. “I’m really glad to hear you say that,” he said, putting his hands behind his back and all but pinning me to the car with his too-close presence.

Taken aback, I felt my anger slow. “So…you’re going to let him go?”

Head shaking, he squinted to look worried. “No, but if Mr. Kalamack can verify that you were with him this morning, I can keep the I.S. from arresting you right now.”

I felt myself pale. “Me?” I stammered. “What for?”

“For aiding and abetting the murder of Brett Markson.” His gaze went to my bag. “You got anything in there I need to know about?”

Adrenaline surged, and I felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach. “I’ve got my splat gun, but I don’t need a permit for it. And this is crap, Glenn. I just told you Trent murdered them. All of them. The three Jane Wolves were accidents and have nothing to do with the murders.”

Glenn pulled himself straighter, his hands still laced behind his back. “Rachel, could you step away from the car and come with me, please? And give me your purse.”