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    “. . . The county sheriff’s department suspects this woman of having a hand in the shooting, though it’s unclear whether she let in the shooters or covered their escape, or whether she was coerced or working with them. Police haven’t discovered the motive for the shooting—a robbery gone wrong, or an act of terrorism.”
    Addie glanced once over her shoulder, her face fixed with fear she was trying not to show.
    “Son of a fucking . . .” Kendrick’s words faded into snarls. “Robbie.”
    Robbie gave him a solemn nod. “I’ll take care of them, Dad. Are you going to go save Addie?”
    Kendrick didn’t know if he could. She was in custody of the human police, and Kendrick was an un-Collared Shifter who was breaking the law simply by existing. What the hell he could do, he didn’t know.
    He’d think of something. He’d spent his whole life making things up as he went along—why stop now?
    “Be ready,” he said to Robbie.
    The lad knew what he meant. Robbie had learned how to lie low and then move at the drop of a hat—he’d have their collective belongings together and the littler boys prepared to go.
    Robbie nodded. “Goddess go with you,” he said.
    Zane and Brett sat quietly, their large eyes on Kendrick. He went to them, bending down to give them tight hugs, kissing the tops of their heads, before he made himself turn and leave them.
    He heard, before he mounted his motorcycle he’d parked next to the door, Robbie clicking all the locks home and dragging a piece of furniture in front of the door.
    Kendrick slung his sword on his back, started the Harley, and rode away north.
    *   *   *
    A ddie sat with her hands folded in front of her in the interrogation room. Alvarez still hadn’t handcuffed her, but he’d made it clear she’d be restrained if she tried to leave before they were finished.
    Alvarez faced her, his partner, whose name was Hickson, beside him. Hickson started a recorder.
    “For the record, Ms. Price,” he said. “Let’s go over events one more time. I want to emphasize that you’re simply here so I can ask questions. You haven’t been charged. Now . . . who was in the restaurant?”
    Addie swallowed. “No one. The last customers had gone.” She cleared her throat, trying to sound helpful, not worried. “I was locking up, and Jimmy stepped outside for a smoke.” She didn’t like to think about Jimmy, falling in the door, surprised and dead. He hadn’t deserved that. “The shooting started and I hid until they were gone.”
    “Hmm.” Alvarez shifted in his seat as though growing comfortable for a long chat. “When we went over the diner, there were four place settings and four glasses at the counter. One set of dishes at a booth. Who were those for?”
    Addie wet her lips. “Oh—just regulars. They’d gone. I was locking up, like I said. I hadn’t had time to clear the tables.”
    She thought hard about when the guy in the John Deere cap had left—she was positive it had been before Kendrick had arrived. Kendrick had been late. But if John Deere Cap had seen Kendrick on his way . . .
    “No one was there,” she repeated.
    Alvarez didn’t believe her. Addie read that in his eyes. Hickson didn’t either, but he was remaining deferentially silent, letting Alvarez lead.
    Alvarez leaned forward and asked, “What about the pie?”

CHAPTER FIVE

    A ddie started. “Pie?”
    “There were four plates behind the pass, pie boxes open, and a spatula thing for scooping pieces out.”
    Addie had forgotten about that. She’d set up plates in the back just before the shooting started. “Oh. That. I was going to serve some customers out front, but they left before I could bring the order.”
    “Yeah?” Alvarez looked interested. “Why do you think they did that?”
    Addie wet her lips. “How should I know? Maybe they were tired and didn’t want to wait. Maybe they had to go to the bathroom. They didn’t say.”
    “Did they