“A law firm downtown. Serenity Sentinel Law.”
“Ah,” Trevor said. “That’s a law firm full of lawyers with the last name White.”
Canyon nodded. “Two Van Crimsons, too.”
“Van whatsons?” Mac asked.
“Have you read the Foxtrot-22 report yet?”
Mac shook his head.
“Read it at yourearliest convenience,” Trevor growled, like this was something he’d already told Mac to do. “The Whites and the Van Crimsons are the only twofoxenfamilies in town. There used to be a third family, the Van Boesons, but they moved out of Serenity decades ago.”
Rogue’s expression went stony and Canyon figured it had something to do with Boe, also known as Boeson, thefoxenmale who lived at her house. Mac put an arm around her. She socked her hip up against his hip and went back to watching the street.
“So Sage Greene is afoxen?” Mac said.
Trevor and Canyon looked at each other.
Rogue looked directly at the closest camera and smiled an evil grin. “Ha! Wade’ll lose his damn mind,” she said. “He thinksfoxenare evil.”
Trevor shook his head. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. How could she be afoxenanyway? We don’t have anyfoxenmales on our team,” although his expression twisted when he said that.
“Foxen came fromwolven,” Canyon said, even though not everyone believed it, but Timber said their mom had said it was true, and that was good enough for Canyon. “And there’s the half-angel part.”
Trevor eyed him skeptically. “You thinkfoxenandwolvencan mate?”
Canyon shrugged. “We clearly don’t know shit aboutfoxen.” He splayed his fingers. “And what about Blake? He’s supposedly part-foxen. That had to happen somehow.”
Trevor stared at him like he’d suddenly grown horns or something, then shook his head. “Mac,” he said. “Give Canyon the rest of the Sage Greene info.”
“She worked at Mugshots for the last year. She was reliable. The address they have on file for her appears to be unlived in, possibly a place to get mail only. She’s 25, almost 26. Her birth date is Dec 7th. She hasn’t shown up to work for the last week, she never called in to say why, and they haven’t been able to get hold of her. She’s been fired, effective yesterday.” He pulled a notebook out of his pocket and consulted it. “She took three days off every month at the full moon, that was a condition of hire.”
Canyon snorted. “She’s a werewolf.”
Mac put his hands out, indicating the houses all around. “If there’s no one here, we’re taking off.” He waved his notebook. “We’ve got another place to check.”
Canyon didn’t answer. He was busy looking up Sage Greene’s driver’s license. Her picture stopped him cold. She was beautiful, with long brown hair, pretty brown eyes, fair skin, and a mischievous grin.
“We’re gone.” Mac hung up, and he and Rogue left the area. Predator’s screen went dark.
Trevor pointed at Canyon. “Briefing.”
Canyon pulled up his map of Spookville on Predator and pushed it toward Trevor. “Spookville is our name for it. It’s a lot like Street Zero. As close as we can figure, it was abandoned nine days ago. There’re 44 houses, a barn, a few sheds, and what looks like a community building. They’re all clustered together and well-hidden up Crimson Bluff. The whole place is off the grid with private electricity, water, and sewer.”
“Hidden?”
Canyon tapped a button and showed several sets of images of the area. The first pictures looked like bare land and forest, and the second images appeared to show the same areas, but with houses standing among the trees.
“Must be with magic or illusion,” Canyon said. “One of Eldred Van Crimson’s ex-wives reported him missing or we still wouldn’t know it existed.”
Trevor nodded. “I’ve read her interview.”
“We drove up there and couldn’t find it. We hiked in on foot. We even had Beckett fly a drone over. Nothing. We thought maybe the ex-wife was crazy or making it up.”
Canyon looked pointedly at Trevor. “She’s human.”
“Crazy right? Apparentlyfoxenmarry humans all the time.”
