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  1. The Trickster
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Contents
  5. Preface to the 20th anniversary edition
  6. Introduction
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  70. FURNACE
  71. Acknowledgements
  72. About the Author
  73. ALSO BY THE AUTHOR
  74. About the Publisher

Katie was just watching him, her eyes full of tears and a thin line of fear. He leaned forward and looked at her with a steady gaze.

‘I can’t allow that to happen, Katie, so I can’t make those connections. I believe this is a cup because I can see it.’

A tear rolled down her smooth cheek.

‘So where does that leave us?’

‘Back at square one.’

‘But you said that even though you didn’t believe in this you wanted to know about someone who did.’

‘I’ve changed my mind tonight.’

‘Why?’

‘Because even a fanatical belief in all this shit can’t make someone perform the miracle of murdering silently without trace or motive, or leave behind the kind of bizarre clues that we’re dealing with.’

Katie looked crestfallen. ‘You’re telling me these murders are impossible.’

‘Yes. These murders are impossible.’

‘Not even an if or an unless.’

‘Sure. Plenty of those.’

‘Give me one.’

‘Impossible unless your husband or someone else can turn into an animal, kill, turn back into a human and escape.’

He sat back and looked at her with a challenging glint.

Katie sighed and glanced towards the window. ‘I guess the sun will come up okay.’

‘I guess so.’

They sat miserably and quietly for a long time, and between them sat two cups that were always cups and would still be cups when that sun came up.

48

A night in a snow-hole so near to town he could sometimes smell the chlorine from the Welcome Inn’s outdoor pool, and they hadn’t found him. But then nothing the RCMPs had could match his skill. Sure, they would take dogs out and sniff around, maybe pull in some rangers from a nearby national park who thought they knew about tracking. But they would be useless. Though he had spent a lifetime trying to forget it, Sam Hunting Wolf was Kinchuinick, and there were thousands of acres of wild country that he could move through and live in without being found.

But Sam didn’t want to go far. Katie and Jess and Billy were why his heart still beat, and he had to know he was near enough to get back. In case … in case of what? Why in God’s name would they want to see him again?