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I've given away a twenty or two to people who'd asked, but never hired someone who couldn't appear on my payroll. There was also the problem of his being a werewolf, and a new one at that, if I was any judge. The young ones have less control of their wolves than others. He hadn't commented on how odd it was to see a woman mechanic.
Sure, he'd probably been watching me for a while, long enough to get used to the idea-but, still, he hadn't said anything, and that won him points. But not enough points for what I was about to do. He rubbed his hands together and blew on them to warm up his fingers, which were red with chill. It was not the wisest answer, but, watching his slow shivers, it was the only one I could give.
You'll find them hanging on the hooks in the laundry room.
If you want to shower and put those on, you can run the clothes you're wearing through the washer. There's a fridge in the laundry room with a ham sandwich and some pop.
Eat, then come back out when you're ready. Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there's no such things as ghosts.
He heard the command and stiffened, raising his eyes to meet mine. After a moment he mumbled a thank-you and walked through the door, shutting it gently behind him.
I let out the breath I'd been holding. I knew better than to give orders to a werewolf-it's that whole dominance reflex thing. Werewolves' instincts are inconvenient-that's why they don't tend to live long. Those same instincts are the reason their wild brothers lost to civilization while the coyotes were thriving, even in urban areas like Los Angeles.
The coyotes are my brothers.
Oh, I'm not a werecoyote-if there even is such a thing. I am a walker. The term is derived from "skinwalker," a witch of the Southwest Indian tribes who uses a skin to turn into a coyote or some other animal and goes around causing disease and death.
The white settlers incorrectly used the term for all the native shapechangers and the name stuck.
We are hardly in a position to object-even if we came out in public like the lesser of the fae did, there aren't enough of us to be worth a fuss. I didn't think the boy had known what I was, or he'd never have been able to turn his back on me, another predator, and go through the door to shower and change.
Wolves may have a very good sense of smell, but the garage was full of odd odors, and I doubted he'd ever smelled someone like me in his life.
Tony was good at that-it was his job. His black hair was slicked back and tied into a short ponytail and he was clean-shaven. His right ear, I noticed, was pierced four times and held three small hoops and a diamond stud. He'd added two since last time I'd seen him. In a hooded sweatshirt unzipped to display a thin tee that showed the results of all the hours he spent in a gym, he looked like a recruitment poster for one of the local Hispanic gangs.
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Are you working? They gave me the day off for good behavior. He seems okay-runaway maybe. When I started working at the garage about nine years ago, Tony had been running a little pawnshop around the corner. Since it had the nearest soft drink machine, I saw him fairly often.
After a while the pawnshop passed on to different hands. I say smelled him, because the hollow-eyed kid holding the sign didn't look much like the low-key, cheerful, middle-aged man who had run the pawnshop. Startled, I'd greeted him by the name I'd known him by.
The kid just looked at me like I was crazy, but the next morning Tony was waiting at my shop. That's when he told me what he did for a living-I hadn't even known a place the size of the Tri-Cities would have undercover cops.
He'd started dropping by the shop every once in a while, after that. At first he'd come in a new guise each time. The Tri-Cities aren't that big, and my garage is on the edge of an area that's about as close as Kennewick comes to having a high-crime district. So it was possible he just came by when he was assigned to the area, but I soon decided the real reason was he was bothered I'd recognized him.
I could hardly tell him I'd just smelled him, could I? His mother was Italian and his father Venezuelan, and the genetic mix had given him features and skin tone that allowed him to pass as anything from Mexican to African-American.
He could still pass for eighteen when he needed to, though he must be several years older than me-thirty-three or so.
He spoke Spanish fluently and could use a half dozen different accents to flavor his English. All of those attributes had led him to undercover work, but what really made him good was his body language. He could stride with the hip-swaggering walk common to handsome young Hispanic males, or shuffle around with the nervous energy of a drug addict.
After a while, he accepted I could see through disguises that fooled his boss and, he claimed, his own mother, but by then we were friends. He continued to drop in for a cup of coffee or hot chocolate and a friendly chat when he was around. Pasco police have two earrings, so Kennewick cops must have four?
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