"Yeah."
"Nope."
"Could you tell if they'd been cursed or if it was a disease?"
"Nope."
He just looked at me. "You're usually better than this."
"I'm better with the dead, Dolph. Give me a vamp or a zombie and I'll tell you their Social Security number. Some of that is natural talent, but a lot of it is practice. I haven't had as much experience with shapeshifters."
"What questions can you answer?"
"Ask and find out," I said.
"You think this is a brand-new shapeshifter?" Dolph asked.
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"The first time you change on the night of the full moon. It's too early for a brand-new shifter. But it could be a second, or third month, but..."
"But what?"
"If this is still a lycanthrope that can't control itself, that kills indiscriminately, it should still be here. Hunting us."
Dolph glanced out into the darkness. He held his notebook and pen in one hand, right hand free for his gun. The movement was automatic.
"Don't sweat it, Dolph. If it was going to eat more people, it would have taken Williams or the deputies."
His gaze searched the darkness, then came back to me. "So the shapeshifter could control itself?"
"I think so."
"Then why kill the man?"
I shrugged. "Why does anyone kill? Lust, greed, rage."
"The animal form used as a murder weapon then," Dolph said.
"Yeah."
"Is it still in animal form?"
"This was done by a half-and-half form, sort of a wolfman."
"A werewolf."
I shook my head. "I can't tell what sort of animal it is. The wolfman was just an example. It could be any sort of mammal."
"Just a mammal?"
"These wounds, yeah. I know there are avian weres, but they don't do this sort of damage."
"So werebirds?"
"Yeah, but that's not what did this."
"Any guesses?"
I squatted beside the body, stared at it. Willed it to tell me its secrets. Three nights from hence, when the soul had finally flown far away, I might have tried to raise the man and ask what did this. But his throat was gone. Even the dead can't talk without the proper equipment.
"Why did Titus think it was a bear kill?" I asked.
Dolph thought about that for a minute. "I don't know."
"Let's ask him."
Dolph nodded. "Be my guest." He sounded just a wee bit sarcastic. If I'd been arguing with the sheriff for hours, I'd have been a large chunk o' sarcastic.
"Come on, Dolph. We can't know less than we do right now."
"If Titus has any say in it, we might."
"Do you want me to ask him or not?"
"Ask."
I called up to the waiting men. "Sheriff Titus."
He looked down at me. He'd gotten out a cigarette but hadn't lit it yet. He paused with a lighter halfway to his mouth. "You want something, Ms. Blake?" The cigarette bobbed in his lips as he spoke.
"Why do you think this is a bear attack?"
He snapped the lid on his lighter, and took the unlit cig out of his mouth with the same hand. "Why do you want to know?"
I wanted to say, just answer the damn question, but I didn't. Brownie point for me. "Just curious."
"It wasn't a mountain lion. A cat would have used its claws more. Scratched him up some."
"Why not a wolf?"
"Pack animal. Looks like only one animal to me."
I had to agree with all the above. "I think you've been holding out on us, Sheriff. You seem to know a lot about animals that aren't native to this area."
"I go hunting now and then, Ms. Blake. Need to know the habits of your prey if you want to bag one."
"So a bear by process of elimination?" I asked.
"You might say that." He put the cig back in his mouth. Flame flared, pulsing against his face. When he flipped the lighter closed, the darkness seemed thicker.
"What do you think it was, Ms. Expert?" The smell of his cigarette carried on the cold air.
"Shapeshifter."
Even in the darkness I could feel the weight of his eyes. He blew a ghostly cloud of smoke moonward. "You think so."
"I know so," I said.
He gave a sharp hmphsound. "Awful sure of yourself, ain't ya?"
"You want to come down here, Sheriff. I'll show you what I've found."
He hesitated, then shrugged. "Why not?" He came down the slope like a bulldozer, heavy boots forming snowy wakes. "Okay, Ms. Expert, dazzle me."
"You are a pain in the ass, Titus."
Dolph sighed a white cloud of breath.
Titus thought that was real funny, laughed, doubled over, slapping his leg. "You are just a laugh a minute, Ms. Blake. Now, tell me what you got."
I did.
He took a long drag on his cig. The end flared bright in the darkness. "Guess it wasn't a bear, after all."
He wasn't going to argue. Bliss. "No, it wasn't."
"Cougar?" he said, sort of hopefully.
I stood carefully. "You know it wasn't."
"Shapeshifter," he said.
"Yeah."
"There hasn't been a rogue shapeshifter in this county for ten years."
"How many did it kill?" I asked.
He took in a lungful of smoke and blew it out slowly. "Five."
I nodded. "I missed that case. It was before my time."
"You'da been in junior high when it happened?"
"Yeah."
He threw his cigarette in the snow and ground it out with his boot. "I wanted it to be a bear. "
"Me, too," I said.