“David,” I said, eyes on Glenn, “sit down. Detective Glenn has a few questions.” God, I hope I have some answers.

Both men relaxed, and after Iceman let the door shut behind him, I sat as well and crossed my legs as if I were the hostess of this nice little party. David resumed his seat, but Glenn continued to stand and glower down at me. Fine. They were his wrinkles.

Then I started thinking. Crap, I wasn’t smart enough to come up with a convincing lie. I’d have to tell him the truth. I hated that. Wincing, I pulled my gaze to Glenn’s. “Hey…uh,” I stammered. “Can you keep a secret?” I thought of the sleeping vamps, glad the drawers were soundproof. Too bad they weren’t smellproof.

Glenn exhaled as if deflating, his attitude changing from that of an aggressive, stymied FIB officer to the neighborhood cop on the corner. “Since it’s you, Rachel, I’ll listen. For a while.”

Okay, that was fair, since I had threatened to bop him with my magic. I glanced at David, and seeing him leaving it all to me, I clasped my hands in my lap. “The reason you can’t find those women in the database is because they aren’t in the Inderland files.”

Glenn’s eyebrows rose.

“They’re in the human files,” I said, almost able to hear the bolts sliding—my life shifting to a new, probably shorter, path.

The fabric of Glenn’s suit made a soft sound as he turned. “Human? But—”

“They came in as Weres, yes,” I finished. I pulled my shoulder bag to my front to sit on my lap, but I wasn’t going to tell him I had the focus. He’d probably insist on taking it, and when I refused, he’d get all testosterone-laden and then I’d get all witchy. Best to avoid it. I liked Glenn, and every time I flexed my magic, I usually lost a friend.

From beside me came David’s emotionless voice. “I turned them. I didn’t mean to.” His head came back up. “Believe me, I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t think it could happen.”

“It can’t,” Glenn said, anger coloring his confusion. “If this is your idea of a joke—”

He didn’t believe me. “Don’t you think I could come up with a better story if I was jerking your chain?” I said. “I have rent to make, and I’m not going to waste my day down here in the morgue.” I glanced over the sterile surroundings. “As nice as it is down here.”

The large man frowned. “Humans can’t be turned into Weres. It’s a fact.”