Truth charm, I guessed by the notches on the rim, and I pulled my gaze away from the clatter of it hitting the table. Weres used witch magic more than vamps, and I wondered if it was because they needed the boost of power more than the vamps, or if it was that vamps were so sure of their superiority they felt they didn’t need witch magic to compete with the rest of Inderland.

“She’s not lying,” the woman said, giving me a quick smile that was neither warm nor welcoming. “About anything.”

Walter sighed as if it was bad news. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said softly.

Damn. I looked at Jenks. His eyes were wide and he looked anxious. He had heard it too. Something had shifted. Double damn.

Six more men came in and Walter stood, curving his arm familiarly about Pam’s waist and tugging her closer. “Pit them,” he said, sounding regretful, and Jenks stiffened. “I want to know if anyone is coming after her.” He smiled at Pam. “Try not to do anything that can’t be undone? We may have to give them back to whoever backed her in this. She may not belong to Kalamack, but she belongs to someone.”

“Whoa! Wait up,” I said, standing. “You’d let me walk out of here if I worked for Trent and was after your stinking statue, but you’re going to put me away if all I came for was Nick?”

Jenks groaned, and I froze when Walter and Pam looked to the truth amulet on the table. It shone a nice, friendly green. “And you knew it was a statue, how?” Walter said softly.

Crap on toast. Stupid, stupid witch. Now they wouldn’t stop until they found out about Jax. I knew Jenks’s thoughts were on a similar path when he jiggled on his feet, anxious.

“Find out what they know,” Walter said, and a wild look came over Jenks.

I fought to not move as someone put his hands on me, exerting a steadily growing pressure to fall into motion. Brett’s stocky figure eased into the archway, his expression clearly saying he thought they were making a mistake. “I’m not going to talk,” I said, shaking inside. “There isn’t a spell stirred that can make me saying anything, much less the truth.”

Walter favored me with a smile that showed his small teeth. “I wasn’t planning on using spells to make you talk. We have drugs for that,” he said, and I went cold. “Sparagmos has quite a resistance to them and we’ve since turned to older methods. He’s resisting those too, but maybe we can move him by hurting you. All he does is weep when we ask him where the statue is. Pam, will you supervise her interrogation? My ulcer acts up when I hurt a woman.”