Her voice was gravelly and uneven. I wondered if it was natural or caused by too many cigarettes. The man grunted and climbed off her, his body wobbling in all the wrong places. He threw the condom in the trash, then dressed and walked out of the room - and slammed the door shut behind him.
The woman reached for a packet of cigarettes on the scrappy-looking dressing table beside the bed, popped one out, then lit up. She sucked in a deep breath and blew out several rings, then turned her head and looked straight in my direction.
"Who the fuck are you, then?"
Chapter 5
I hesitated for a heartbeat, then strolled out. She might have spotted me, but she hadn't yet started screaming for help. That was something, I guess
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I didn't change shape immediately, though. There was always an off chance she just liked talking to seagulls, so I pecked at something disgusting on the carpet and tried to act birdlike.
"I like the attempt," she said, casually drawing on the cigarette again, "but I'm sensitive to weres and shifters, and I felt you out on the sill. Shift shape and talk to me, or I'll scream for help. And I'm figuring you don't want that if you're sneaking in through windows. "
Given little other choice, I shifted shape, then sat on the chaise longue. My T-shirt hadn't fared much better than the other shirt, forcing me to tie the ends together to stop my breasts from falling out.
"What are you?" she asked, her gaze sweeping me critically. "You can obviously take on bird form, but you feel like a wolf. "
"That's because I am. "
She raised an eyebrow. "Lucky. So, why are you here?"
"That depends on how fast you want to run downstairs and report my presence to the guard. "
"Ah. Well. " She sat up and swung her legs around. She was naked, but as uncaring as a wolf. Which was unusual for someone who smelled human, but I guess in her line of business, you'd lose your modesty early. "I earn fifty bucks for twenty minutes in this dump. Pay me that, and my lips are sealed. "
I heard nothing but truth in her words and her mind. So I reached into my pocket, retrieved my wallet, and pulled out fifty bucks. But I flipped the note away as she reached for it. "I want honest answers. And I can tell truth from lies. "
"Deal. Though I may not know what you want. "
"Fair enough. " I let her have the cash. "What can you tell me about apartment 404?"
She raised a well-plucked eyebrow. "Only that it's off limits for us ladies. "
"But that hasn't stopped you from being curious, has it?"
She smiled. "No. " She paused to take a drag on her cigarette. "There's two men who head up there regularly. One is a werewolf, the other is a shifter of some kind. A bird, I think, from his scent. "
"Can you give me descriptions?"
She shrugged. "They're men. Leaner and fitter than the bozos I service, but still men. The wolf has brown hair and brown eyes, the other is a blondie with green eyes. "
"And how do they walk?"
She smiled. "Like men you wouldn't want to tangle with. Are you a cop?"
"Guardian. "
"Meaning things just might get interesting around here. "
"That depends on what, exactly, is in that room. "
"Well, I can tell you they walk upstairs with nothing and come back down with notes. And a phone rings up there a lot. "
"You've never heard voices up there, or seen anyone else enter the room?"
"Nope. And the rest of the rooms are storage, from what I've heard. "