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Lorelei’s tears was a knife to his gut. “The condo has two bedrooms,” he told her softly. “She can stay there.”
    Lorelei opened her eyes. “Will you come with us? Colin and me?”
    Boz rocked a little, gaze shifting from one to the other. “Tell the man. Tell him he don’t need to worry none. You found your her, but old Boz can’t touch the moon. Only the cold. Only the screams.”
    Lorelei shook her head and stroked the woman’s hair. “You can leave Memphis. We live on a farm, you know—there’s trees and grass, even a pond.”
    Can’t touch the moon. It was one way to explain how a wolf this fractured had crept along in the shadows without revealing too much. A woman so fractured that her wolf didn’t rise at all. Shane would have been able to tell him if the whispers of such things were more than just rumors, but looking at Lorelei, Colin didn’t need to ask.
    Lorelei knew.
    He cleared his throat. “There’s not much room in the Corvette, but we can all fit for the ride to the condo. We can get some food into her, and you can ask your questions again.”
    “I don’t need to.” She zipped up the small backpack and tucked it under the blankets, close to Boz, who’d resumed her rocking and staring. Lorelei rose and folded her arms over her chest. “She already answered them. I know where to go.”
    Colin hesitated. “You don’t think she’ll come with us?”
    “No.” Lorelei turned away. “I don’t know how many times I’ve asked. She never has.”
    The thin thread of relief shamed him, but he was honest enough to admit it in the quiet of his own tired mind. “We can come back before we leave,” he offered, nonetheless. “We can try.”
    She nodded and wiped her cheeks. “Come on.” The words drifted behind her as she started down the sharp incline toward the road below. “There are warehouses in Whitehaven. Christian used them.”
    After giving Boz one last searching look, Colin hurried to catch up with Lorelei. “What did I miss?”
    “Behind the plastic—that’s what she said, right?”
    Boz had said so many things that he hadn’t been able to pick out the ones that had meaning. “Cold. Does that mean they’re dead?”
    Lorelei rubbed her hands over her arms through her jacket. “When Christian killed someone but needed to wait to dispose of the body, he’d stick it in a freezer.” She met Colin’s eyes. “The warehouses used to be meatpacking plants.”
    Shit. Shit. Without thinking, he slid both arms around her and eased her back against his chest. Just for a moment, but hopefully long enough to erase some of the cold. “Tomorrow,” he told her, making his tone firm. “Tomorrow is soon enough to go look.”
    She stood in his embrace, tense and unmoving. “Scattered on the wind. If they’re all gone or dead, what the hell happened to that man on the farm?”
    Something different. Something worse. Invisible death from an unknown source, without the scant comfort of knowing why and how . Or maybe worse would be walking into the factory and finding familiar faces staring back at her, dead and cold, and knowing the predator hunting them would never stop.
    No good options, not really. Just different kinds of uncertainty and pain, neither of which she should face with her emotions so frayed. “We’ll find out, Lorelei. Between all of us, we’ll find out. But we’ve done all we can tonight. I need food, and rest.”
    “It’s getting late,” she agreed, her gaze tracking up to where Boz sat, rocking gently. “I could use a drink.”
    The first and hardest lesson Colin’s father had taught him about life as an enforcer was never to dull the edge of pain with liquor. But Lorelei wasn’t facing an endless battle, just one night where her nerves could use a little fuzzing. “We’ll find something. This is Memphis. There must be moonshine around.”
    “Booze and beer,” she corrected absently.
    Colin kept his hands on her shoulders as he guided her toward the