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door, who’s responsibility for a bunch of new wolves.  She was raped and tortured and raped some more…” I pretended to choke up just a little.   “Anyway, she needs a maternal figure, someone wise to talk to, someone to help her hold it together in case another shifter clan decides to move in and take advantage of … damaged goods.”
    “So you need muscle too, and aren’t bothering to ask because you know I won’t let Kat go without me.”
    “Kat is one of the most caring people I know.”  Simple truth .  “I just thought this might be something she’d want to do.  I know how well she takes care of her own were-kitties.  And I do know that things have been quiet down there since she took over as Mistress of the City.  Vamps haven’t been back, right?” 
    “Yeah, but we have a really busy schedule with … what?  No, Kat, don’t…”
    “Hello, Caine?” the voice was female and cheery.  “Give my stupid, overprotective husband the street address.  We’ll find the route online and be there by tonight.”
    Josh came back on the connection.  “Okay, fine.  Give me the details.”
    I did, and ended the call.  The Mustang continued nosing toward L.A. where a number of bars catered to preternaturals.  I saw one coming up, The Purple Lemur.  It belonged to a loner shifter that had no clan.  The only reason a clan didn’t try to muscle in was because Gloria, vampire royalty, had put the word out to leave it alone.  The bar attracted a large number of human theater buffs that she liked to occasionally mingle with.  I understand they served grape juice, gin, and Sprite as the house drink, a Purple Passion.
    The building was white brick.  The front entrance was a blue-tinted glass door with purple lights just above it.  It was too early for the bar to be open, but I expected someone to be on the premises.  Someone who’d want to answer to a few question in exchange for cash.  If not here, someone somewhere would know what I wanted to find out. 
    Just a matter of time .
    The one thing I wasn’t going to do was to go to the Slayers who tossed her out of their humans-only club.  No, one day I’d be looking them up and that would not be a friendly visit.  I was really looking forward to it.
    The third informant I tried was a drunken were-weasel, cleaning windshields with a dirty rag and bucket of water at a Dollar Store parking lot.  He wore greasy coveralls that might once have belong to a car mechanic.  Loose threads indicated of where a name tag had been ripped away.  I pulled up near him and got out, leaving the car running.  His eyes lit up as he stared at the Mustang.  “Wash your windows?” he asked.
    My car snarled like it wanted to bite him.  “Over your dead body,” she said.
    The talking car clearly confused him.  I waved a handful of cash to focus him.  I’m looking for information on a Dhampyr who was recently kicked out of the Slayers.  Know anything about her?”
    “I might ‘ave heard something from a friend who works for a butcher.”
    “Might have won’t put money in your hand.  I fanned myself with the cash.
    “There’s a day-walker up in Lincoln Heights, just bought this ugly Victorian with an avocado paintjob.  She’s fixen it up.”
    He named a cross street, as close as he could get me.  I figured it was enough to finish tracking her down.  I scribbled the directions on a takeout napkin, and handed him a hundred.
    He looked at me with grave reproach.  “That’s goddamn all?”
    I put the rest of the cash away and bitch-slapped him.  His face turned, then his whole body. 
    He crashed to the concrete.  Really, some people can be so stupid.  Just because I flash a role of bills doesn’t mean I’m offering them all.  “Be grateful I’m letting you keep the hundred.”
    I settled into my ride and moved on.

 
     
     
     
     
    FIVE
     
    “Of course I shot you!  I’m
    helping you keep your