Bound to Shadows (Riley Jenson Guardian 8)

He didn't look amused and I resisted the urge to sigh.

"I did some investigating when you were reported missing," he said. "The owners of the Bayview can't remember seeing you when your brother registered, and no one in town saw you wandering about before you went missing - although they can remember Evin coming in to buy groceries or to use the phone in the pub. "

I shrugged. "Evin said I'd been depressed. Maybe I was just keeping to myself. "

"Maybe," he agreed. "But it's quite a coincidence, don't you think, that not even an hour after you've been found, a mutilated body turns up? A body that you and your brother just happen to come across?"

I leaned back in my chair and stared at him. "Do you really think I'd be stupid enough to murder someone like that, then hang around not only to report it, but hand you a whole series of clues?"

He raised his eyebrows, his gaze assessing. "Why not? There's plenty of documented evidence about murderers getting their jollies by pretending to be witnesses. "

I slammed my hands down the table and tried to control the anger that whipped through me. He was only doing his job, I knew that, but damn it, I was trying to help. "That man was attacked while I was out in the desert. Check with Frank as to where and when I was found if you don't believe me or Evin. In the meantime, why don't you run a check for similar crimes? Because this has happened somewhere before, I'm sure of it. And while you're there, run a check on me. That way you'll know whether I'm dangerous or not. "

"Oh, I have no doubt you're dangerous, lady," he said softly, his blue eyes glinting. "The question is, are you a murderer or merely a fruitcake?"

Chapter 9

Murderer. The word seemed to echo around my aching brain with a resonance that was both familiar and frightening.

Was I a murderer?

No, something inside said. Then, frighteningly, yes.

I grabbed my coffee with a hand that was shaking, and wasn't entirely sure whether it was due to the weakness still washing through my body or that whispered revelation. I finished the coffee in one quick gulp that scalded my throat, then pushed to my feet. The room spun violently, and it was only my grip on the table that kept me upright.

"Am I under arrest?" I said, through gritted teeth.

"Not yet. " He leaned back in his chair and continued to study me through slightly narrowed eyes. "But you and your brother should consider yourselves to be persons of interest. "

"If you do the damn check, you'll discover we shouldn't be. " I spun and headed for the front door.

A chair scraped backward, then footsteps followed me up the hall. "One more question," he said, as I flung open the front door.

"What?" I said it without looking back or even stopping.

"There's very little blood on your car and the damage - though extensive - doesn't look recent. Also, if you hit the roo hard enough to roll the car several times, why isn't its body anywhere in the immediate vicinity?"

Interesting observations, both of them. "Can I see the car?"

"No. And don't leave town, Hanna. " He said it softly, but his words seemed to echo across the night as I retreated down the street.

I was a suspect.

And the worst of it was, even I wasn't so sure that I shouldn't be. Everything was so screwed up - both this situation and my mind - that right now, anything seemed possible.

I hit the main street and turned to head back to the villa, then paused.

Harris had said that Evin used the phone in the pub. Why would he do that when there was a perfectly usable phone at the villa?

With curiosity stirring, I spun around and headed for the pub. It was easy enough to find. All you had to do was follow the noise. Music and laughter ran riot through the air, and the aromas of wolves, beer, sweat, and humanity overlapped one another - a mix that was both enticing and repellant.

The building reminded me of something you'd see in an old Western. It might have been constructed out of red brick rather than wood, but it was two stories, with wide verandas on both levels and old-fashioned swinging doors.

Obviously, no one was worried about security in this place. But then, if this was a werewolf town, it'd be a brave soul that tried to steal anything.

I pushed through the doors and stepped into the main bar. The place was packed, and it was hard to see the bar let alone Evin or a phone.

I looked around for a moment, then approached a group of women standing to the left of the doorway. Three were wolves, the other two human.