Graham pulled up alongside Eric and killed his Harley"s engine. Eric didn"t stop Graham leaping off his bike and running to the bus"s open door.
"Tell me what happened," Eric said to Brody, who came forward to meet him.
"We didn"t do this," Brody said, indicating the bus that was half-sunk into the road"s soft shoulder. Brody looked much like Shane, with black and brown hair and dark eyes, but Brody, a little younger, wasn"t as restless as his older brother. Brody was Eric"s tracker, but Shane worked for Nell, his mother, though Nell lent Shane to Eric much of the time. "Not on purpose, anyway," Brody went on. "When the driver saw us following him, he panicked and ran off the road. I decided to hold him here and wait for you."
"Good thinking. Where did the bus come from?"
"We were driving around the area, like you said, and I just happened to see it pull out of an unmarked dirt road and onto the highway. Another few minutes, and we"d have missed it."
"The Lupines are all there?"
"Think so," Brody said. "I guess McNeil will know."
"Thanks, Brody. You did great."
Brody did his best to look modest, but grizzlies were bad at not looking smug. Eric patted his shoulder and went to the bus.
The human driver was still in his seat, looking terrified. Nell sat behind him, thankfully minus her shotgun, and she was twirling a set of keys that likely had come out of the ignition.
Xavier sat on a jump seat next to the driver, armed with a Glock, but the gun was holstered. Eric wondered whether the driver realized that Xavier was protecting him from the Shifters.
Xav nodded to Eric as Eric climbed past him. Shifter women and kids slumped in the seats, most of them asleep, others gla.s.sy-eyed and staring. Graham was halfway down the aisle, and an older Shifter woman in the seat he bent over was clinging to his arm and crying. The woman looked groggy, her face flushed as though she"d just woken.
"Everyone accounted for?" Eric asked Graham, moving past him.
"Not sure yet." Graham"s voice was gentler than Eric had ever heard it. The man was trying to be calm, rea.s.suring, so his Lupines wouldn"t panic.
Eric walked on through the long bus, the same size as a tour bus, and checked all the seats. Women, fast asleep, had arms protectively around their cubs. A few males were there, sitting alone, all sleeping or half-awake, staring unseeing as Eric went by.
In the back, he found two cubs, alone. The two wolves were very young, and in wolf form. Curled up around each other, they were all ears, big paws, and long tails, with noses too large for their little faces.
Eric, as a Feline, had an instinctive dislike for Lupines, but these two cubs were just so darned cute. He found himself smiling as he leaned over them, but at the same time, he felt a chill. They were alone-where was their mother?
"Hey, little guys," he said. Their faces didn"t tell him their gender, but their scent did.
One of the wolf cubs opened his eyes. He stared at Eric in a puzzled way, then he growled. It was a tiny growl, the little body rumbling. His brother woke and blinked at Eric as well.
Their confused frowns only made the wolf cubs cuter. Eric was careful not to reach for them though, as much as he wanted to. They were waking up to a strange Feline, and if Eric put a hand toward them, he"d soon have a hand shredded by tiny claws and teeth.
"That"s Kyle and Matt," Graham said, a note of relief in his voice. "Youngest in my Shiftertown. Thank the G.o.ddess."
The cubs, recognizing Graham, their alpha, went crazy with glee. Their tails wagged so hard their little bodies moved, and when Graham reached down and scooped up the two cubs, they began climbing him enthusiastically. Graham stayed very still while the cubs scampered up his tattooed arms, one perching on his shoulder, the other climbing to the top of his head.
The belligerent, angry Graham looked very different with a fuzzy little wolf on his head, Graham keeping his movements slow so as not to startle them.
"Where"s their mother?" Eric asked, looking back down the bus"s aisle.
"Lost her," Graham said. "When they were born. Their dad before, in a car accident."
Eric didn"t like hearing that. "G.o.ddess go with them."
"Yeah, it sucked. They"re being fostered. The foster mom made it to Shiftertown, and is about crazy with worry."
"Are all the missing here?" Eric asked.
Kyle or Matt-the one on his shoulder-busily licked Graham"s ear. "All twenty," Graham said. "The question is, why?"
"Let"s go ask someone who might know."
Graham agreed. He steadied the cubs with his big hands as Eric led the way back down the aisle.
Nell was speaking to the driver. Her voice was pitched too low for Eric to hear the words, but whatever she was saying, the driver looked terrified.
When Eric and Graham stopped to tower over him, the guy said, "Please, don"t let her touch me."
Nell sat back, an innocent look on her face. Then her expression changed, and she reached for one of the wolf cubs. "Aw, now, who"s a sweetie-pie?"
The cub held back a little, smelling bear, but when Nell"s strong hands closed around him, the cub recognized the maternal touch and relaxed against her. The second cub clung to Graham"s head and made little growling noises.
Xavier leaned back in the jump seat and looked at the driver. "Now how could you do bad things to these adorable little guys?" he asked.
"I didn"t do anything to them." The driver had reddish curly hair cut short at his neck, reddish razor stubble, and wide blue eyes lined with pale lashes. "I swear to G.o.d. I was told to drive them to Shiftertown in Las Vegas. That"s it."
"Who told you?" Eric crouched next to the driver"s seat, which put his head lower than the driver"s. There was something about looking up with full confidence at a person you wanted to interrogate. Height wasn"t always an advantage.
"My boss. He called me early this morning, told me to come in, get my bus, pick up a bunch of Shifters, and take them to the Shiftertown."
"Where did you pick up these Shifters?"
"At a place out in the middle of the desert. I don"t know what it was-a military outpost or temporary housing, or something. I drove out, the people there loaded the Shifters on, and I drove away."
"Early this morning." Graham grunted, choosing to tower over his victim. "It"s after ten now. What took you so long?"
"Finding the place, first," the driver said. "It took for-f.u.c.king-ever to drive out there-there"s no good roads, and this bus isn"t high clearance. I thought I was going to get stuck lots of times. Then it took a long time for them to get the Shifters in here, because they were all like that." He jabbed his thumb at the back, where most of the wolves were still slumped in sleep.
"Tranqed," Eric said. "Then what?"
"I drove back out. I finally made it to the highway, thank G.o.d, but then I was surrounded by bikers. I see some of them wearing Collars, and I know they"re Shifters. I thought they were going to kill me." He looked at Xavier. "You"re human."
Xavier showed white teeth in a smile. "Yep. But these Shifters are my friends."
"Are you going to kill me?" the driver asked, looking fearfully up at Graham. "I have a wife, and two little girls..."
Nell patted his shoulder. "Don"t worry. You"ll go home to them."
"Maybe," Graham rumbled.
"Who"s your boss?" Eric asked. The driver"s attention swiveled back to him.
"I work for Sun Valley Transportation. It says so on the side of the bus."
"Yes, but who hired your company? These aren"t the buses that brought the rest of the Shifters in this morning, are they, McNeil?"
"Nope," Graham said. "Those were government c.r.a.p-mobiles."
"Find out," Eric said to the driver.
"What?"
"Find out who hired the bus. Tell me, and no one else, and life will be good for you."
The driver stared. "Find out? I won"t be able to, will I? I"ll lose my job over this."
"No, you won"t." Eric laid a strong hand on the man"s trembling shoulder. "You"ll deliver the Shifters to Shiftertown as requested, and then you"ll go turn in your bus, wash it off, whatever you do. As soon as you can, find out who asked for this special service, and call me. Where"s your cell phone?"
Xavier was the one who took a phone out of his own pocket and handed it over. Of course, Xavier would have relieved the man of any kind of communication ability first thing. The bus"s radio was dead as well.
Eric punched his phone number into the driver"s top-of-the-line smartphone. He was willing to bet that the phone had been a gift from one of the driver"s kids, and that the driver probably had never figured out how to use all its functions.
"That"s me, E. W.," Eric said, handing the phone back. "Now we"ll get you out of this little ditch and on your way. I"ll ride with you to make sure nothing else goes wrong."
"And me," Graham said. Little Matt or Kyle must have understood that Graham was staying with them, because his tail wagged faster, and he leaned down to start working on Graham"s ear with his tongue.
"And me," Nell said. "We can have a nice chat on the way back, and I"ll look after these little guys."
"You"re not a wolf," Graham said.
"Maybe not." Nell reached up for the second cub, who wriggled his hindquarters and then took a leap into her outstretched hands. "But I raised two grizzlies on my own, and these kiddos could never be anywhere near the trouble Shane and Brody were. Still are."
Eric smiled at the driver, letting his teeth get a little pointed, and his fingers sprout a claw or two. "See? You do what we say, and everything will be just fine."
Iona didn"t have any trouble getting Frank Kellerman to agree to come to her office.
Kellerman said that, yes, it would be a good idea to go over some details, and he"d make the trip to her construction company to talk to her and her mother that afternoon. Iona was surprised he didn"t ask her to come to his office, but Kellerman half explained by saying he wanted to see their setup, their construction company in action.
Iona spent the rest of the morning trying to get work done and giving up. Eric was out running around the desert with Graham McNeil, going to that compound that she knew was dangerous. She wished he"d call and tell her all was well, but her phones remained silent.
She felt strange wearing her office clothes-dressy pants, sleeveless knit top, blazer, and high-heeled pumps. In the two short days she"d been in Shiftertown, she"d gotten used to casual jeans and T-shirts, or Ca.s.sidy"s loose skirt and top-clothes that could be quickly removed for shifting.
It was also strange for Iona to have to rein in her Shifter side again, to be careful not to growl or make sure her eyes weren"t changing. She couldn"t stop using her scent ability now, and smells came to her nonstop-her mother"s soap, the foreman"s habitual cloying cologne, the sweat and dirt on guys who"d come in for paychecks. Iona had to stop herself closing her eyes to sort out all the scents as they flooded past her.
Her hunger was driving her nuts as well. She"d downed two and a half cheeseburgers at her desk at lunch before she realized that her mother and the foreman were giving her strange looks.
d.a.m.n it, Eric. Call.
Kellerman showed up at two, a little early-Iona had set the appointment for two thirty. Nothing yet from Eric.
Iona pasted on her best customer service smile when she greeted Mr. Kellerman. Kellerman was on the tall side for a human, and looked like any successful businessman-he kept himself in shape but not buff, wore a suit of lightweight cashmere, and had neatly trimmed dark hair going gray but didn"t try to hide his bald spot. He smiled back at Iona when she shook his hand, but the smile never reached his eyes.
Kellerman"s position on the Shifter liaison council was voluntary, a successful man trying to look like he cared about the community. He"d made his money in retail, not hotels and casinos, and by owning land that he sold at the right time to hungry developers.
Iona had looked all this up about him, knowing she might have to carry the conversation before Eric arrived-if Eric arrived at all.
Penny put on a more genuine smile as she came around her desk to say h.e.l.lo. As far as Iona"s mother was concerned, Kellerman, cold and calculating or not, was giving them a lot of business.
"So good to see what you ladies have going here," Kellerman said.
Instead of bristling, Penny smiled at him. She"d gotten used to the condescending att.i.tudes of men who found themselves dealing with a woman-run business, especially a traditionally masculine business like construction.
"The surveys are going well," Penny said. "I don"t think there will be much trouble. Ground breaking will start soon."
The Shifter council expected Duncan Construction to build the houses almost overnight, but there were permissions, inspections, and the involvement of the county and city, plus the power and water companies to slow things down. Because this was about Shifters, state and federal segments had to sign off on things too.
At least Penny and Kellerman had plenty to talk about while Iona sat at her desk and fidgeted.
"Why don"t we take a trip out to Shiftertown?" Kellerman suggested. "Walk over the site? A couple of reporters are following the story-maybe they can join us."
A photo op. Iona nearly snapped her pen in half. He"s turning this into a photo op.
"Mr. Warden was hoping to join us here," Iona said quickly. "He wants to discuss a few things. Can"t think what"s keeping him."
Was it her imagination, or did Kellerman look alarmed? "We can speak to him in Shiftertown," he said. "Where else would we find him?"
His words were too slick, too glib. Iona fell silent. If Kellerman and her mother went to Shiftertown, she couldn"t go with them. There"d be too much danger a Shifter might spill to Kellerman-accidentally or on purpose-that she was only half-human.
Her mother, thankfully, understood that. "Not sure we can spare the time for the trip today," she said.
"Ah, well. Oh." Kellerman glanced out the window at the same time Iona heard the throb of Eric"s motorcycle. "Here he is."
Iona went weak with relief. And then wound up with worry again. Had Eric found the missing Shifters? Or was he here to beat their whereabouts out of Kellerman?
Not one Harley pulled up, she saw as she rose from her desk, but two. The second Shifter was Graham.
The two Shifters removed helmets and walked to the office side by side. Not in comradeship, but each not wanting to let the other lead.
Iona went to the door and opened it herself to prevent a power struggle over who got to knock. Eric gave her a warm look, then masked it as he climbed the steps to the office.
The Shifters seemed to fill up the s.p.a.ce in the small office and left little room for Iona, Kellerman, and Penny. Iona smelled the rage on Graham, and the same rage, more controlled, but maybe even greater, on Eric.
"We were just talking about coming out to the site," Kellerman said, extending a hand to Eric. "To look around, perhaps let a few of the local rags get a photo or two..."
Eric looked at Kellerman"s hand, then back up into his eyes. "Small problem today," he said. "Twenty of the Elko Shifters came in on a bus they didn"t get on in Elko. They were missing for twelve hours. Know anything about that?"
Penny gasped. Iona clutched the lip of the desk she leaned on. They"d found them. Thank G.o.d, they"d found them.
"Missing?" Kellerman looked concerned. "What do you mean, missing?"
"He"s lying," Graham said to Eric. "He stinks of lies."