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  She forced a smile. “Don’t be silly. I’m going in the opposite direction from you. I don’t want to take you out of your way.”

  His expression hinted that he found her dithering amusing, but he was polite enough not to mention it. He just followed her out the door with a last nod for Mark and fell into step beside her as she made her way back down Main. Bruce abandoned his final inspection of his crumb-free tray to follow at their heels.

  “It’s not like there’s much way to go out of in Stone Creek,” he observed evenly. “It won’t be much more than five extra minutes. Besides, I’d like to look in on your patient for myself.”

  Josie clung to her coffee cup like a life rope and tried for a casual tone. Since the sheriff hadn’t given any indication that he suffered from the same heightened awareness around her that she felt around him, letting him see her discomposure would inevitably lead to humiliation, she was sure.

  “I take it that you haven’t heard anything about her identity yet,” she said, watching the steam curl up from the hole in the rim of her cup. It kept her from staring at his shoulders. “Since you haven’t mentioned anything.”

  Eli shook his head. “I left Rick a message last night, but he hasn’t called me yet. It’s still early, though. Trust me, as soon as I know, you will.”

  “I’d appreciate that. I did the same with Dr. Shad. I’ll feel a lot more comfortable when I can turn her over to his care. It doesn’t seem right somehow, having her in a cage in a veterinary office, no matter what she looks like at the moment.”

  Out of the corner of her eye, Josie saw his mouth quirk up in a smile. “Speaking as someone who can imagine what that would be like, I feel compelled to thank you for being so conscientious. But no matter who she turns out to be, I’m sure our Lupine will be too grateful to you for saving her life to hold a grudge over her accommodations.”

  Josie shrugged uncomfortably. “Still.”

  Just as the sheriff had implied, the distance between Main Street, where his office and the bakery were both located, and her clinic on Pine Street took all of two more minutes to cover. Stepping through the back door into the open space of the triage area, Josie took a deep breath of the disinfected air and felt her nerves settle just a bit. Being back in her element made her feel more like a competent, professional woman and less like a junior high school girl with her first crush.

  “Oh, good, you’re back,” Ben greeted, leaning down to scratch Bruce’s ears as the huge mutt ambled past on the way to his fluffy, padded bed behind the reception desk. “Sheriff Pace. Did you come to check on the Lupine? Dr. J said you were the one who brought her in last night.”

  Eli nodded, setting his parcels down on the nearest section of free counter space. “I did, even though I’m told there isn’t much change.”

  “Not so far.” Ben looked back at Josie. “While you were gone, though, I did start running those tests you asked for.”

  That effectively managed to pull the last straggling bits of her attention off the sheriff and back onto her work where it belonged. “How do things look?”

  “Interesting.”

  “And that means?”

  “You’re the doctor. You get to tell me, as soon as you take a look at them.”

  “Right.” Her fingers itched to get ahold of those test results, and she actually took a couple of steps toward the CBC machine before she remembered the sheriff standing near the door behind her. Cursing to herself, she threw him a smile and gestured toward the kennel room. “Why don’t I take you to see the Lupine first, Sheriff? I’m sure you must be anxious to get back to work yourself.”

  His mouth curved again in that smile Josie was convinced meant he wanted to laugh at her but was too polite to actually do. As if that made some sort of difference.

  “No, I can see that you’ve got another busy day ahead of you, Dr. Barrett. And your assistant says there hasn’t been any real change since last night. I can wait until she’s more alert. I always find it easier to take statements from witnesses when they’re actually awake.”

  “In this case, you might also want to wait until she rearranges her hyoid bone.”

  Josie blushed at the sharp tone of her comment. Clearly she needed to avoid the sheriff in future if he was going to send her emotional reactions into such turmoil. There could be health risks.

  She formed a smile to soften her explanation. “The bone people have in their throats between the jaw and the spine. Its form and placement are requirements for human speech. Wolves have it up high under their tongues and use it more for breathing and swallowing than vocalization.”

  “Good to know.”

  He picked up his coffee and baked goods, and this time he sent Josie a full-fledged smile, which should have been a relief after all those secretly amused half smiles of his, but it really wasn’t. Instead it sent her blood pressure through the roof and had the butterflies in her stomach forming a very enthusiastic conga line.

  “I’d appreciate a call as soon as the Lupine wakes up, and I’ll definitely shoot one to you when I hear back from Rick.” Eli nodded at Ben, smiled once more at Josie, and shouldered open the door. “You two have a good day, now.”

  With that, he was gone, and Josie had to lock her knees to keep from dissolving into a heap on the linoleum tile.

  “Um, wow. Wasn’t expecting that,” Ben ventured after a moment of buzzing silence.

  “Expecting what?”

  He looked at her with patent incredulity. “Was I not supposed to notice that the sparks you two were shooting off each other nearly trigged the fire sprinklers? Because I like my job, and I can pretend if I have to, but I’d like it noted in my next performance evaluation that I’m not actually that stupid.”

  Josie glared. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. The sheriff and I barely know each other.”

  “Okay, then. One oblivious idiot coming up.” He pulled out a chart and flipped it open. “Do you want to take a look at the Lupine’s CBC then?”

  Her lips pursed. “Yes. Why don’t we do that?”

  He shuffled a printout to the top of the file and held it out for her, his mouth silent and his expression carefully blank. Josie rolled her eyes and then focused them on the test results.

  She had wanted to run a complete blood count for a couple of different reasons. One was simple curiosity. She had never treated an Other before, but she had grown up around them, so she had heard all about their remarkable healing powers. The scientist in her couldn’t resist seeing if evidence of that ability would show up in their blood work. But for the same reason, the very fact that the Lupine in her clinic wasn’t showing much evidence of accelerated healing had her a bit worried, and she wondered if there might be some sort of infection or unknown medical condition underlying her traumatic injuries. If so, that could help explain things. If the Other’s body was preoccupied with trying to heal an acute or chronic condition that had preceded the shooting, maybe it didn’t have the energy to spare to speed up the mending of her wounds. A look at her CBC results, and specifically her white blood cell count, might shed some light on that mystery.

  Josie scanned the numbers on the lab report and blinked. Then she scanned them again. Then she frowned at Ben. “Did you look at these?”

  The vet tech nodded. “Three times. Then I recalibrated the machine and reran the test. Then I looked at them another three times. The results are valid. Wacky as all get-out, but valid.”

  “And you rechecked her vitals?”

  “Twice.”

  “No sign of fever or anything else?”

  “Nada.”

  “This is totally weird.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  Josie read the numbers again and shook her head. “I need to find a reference where I can check these against Lupine normals. Maybe we’re just using the wrong comparatives.”

  “I’ve already pulled something up.” Ben waved toward the laptop computer that sat open and running on the desk built into the c
ounters lining the inside wall of the triage room/lab space. “That was the first thing I did after running the second test. The numbers I circled are the ones that still look funky.”

  Mumbling to herself, Josie hooked an ankle around the wheeled physician’s stool and pulled it out from the desk, perching on it as she peered at the computer screen. Her finger followed the numbers on the printout as she compared them over and over against the values on the screen.

  “This is just crazy.”

  “I know. If I weren’t so darn good at what I do, I’d have wondered if I managed to screw up the tests twice in a row. But the second time, I double-checked myself every step of the way. The results are real.”

  She looked up at her technician—the best one she’d ever worked with, even while interning at one of the best veterinary school clinics in the nation—and shook her head. “Any living being with a white cell count this high should already be dead of the infection that caused it. How can her temperature not even be elevated?”

  Ben snorted. “I was hoping that as the brilliant veterinarian you are, you’d be able to explain that to me.”

  “I don’t have a frickin’ clue.” She glanced at the clock. “Has Dr. Shad called, by any chance?”

  “Nope.”

  “Damn it. He’s at least treated Others before. Maybe he’s seen something like this.”

  “From the quick look I did while you were out, I don’t think anyone has ever seen anything like this.”

  “Thanks, that’s comforting.”

  He shrugged. “Sorry. I think the question, though, is what are we going to do about it in the meantime? With numbers like those, we can’t just wait for Dr. Shad to decide he’s had enough trout for the weekend. If that really is an infection, like you said, she should already be dead. And I’m assuming we’re trying to prevent that.”

  Josie sighed. “All right. First I want to make up some smears to look at under the scope, so if you used everything from the last draw, you’ll need to take some more blood. Then as soon as we have samples—lots of samples—let’s switch her antibiotic to a penem and see if a broader-spectrum med will make a difference.”

  “You got it.”

  “Oh, Ben,” she called when he moved immediately away to follow her instructions. “Did you get time to look at her painkiller concentration levels?”

  “Yeah, that was the one test that came back normal. According to the literature I found, her dosage is right where it ought to be. Whatever is keeping her under, it’s not the meds.”

  “Thanks.” She watched him head for the kennels and groaned. “Just what I always wanted. A medical mystery in someone else’s field dumped in my lap with no consult in sight. Why did I want to be a vet again?”

  From the other side of the door near her stool came the comforting sound of Bruce’s familiar snoring.

  Josie closed her eyes and leaned over the desk, burying her face in her arms. “That’s really not a good enough reason.”

  Indulging in a brief moment of self-pity, Josie clenched her fists, released a small number of pithy but potent curses aimed at precisely no one, then lifted her head, blew out a deep breath, and got back to work. She might not have asked for this case, but it was hers now, and she’d be darned if she didn’t find a way to cure it.

  Exp. 10-1017.03

  Log 03-00127

  Technicians out at this moment inoculating new test subjects. Have chosen dosing site near suspected subject population center in hope of tracing transmission from first-to second-generation subjects.

  New data monitoring equipment definitely becoming higher priority.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  By the time Eli was ready to call an end to his shift about twelve hours after leaving the veterinarian’s office, he estimated that he’d caught himself thinking about her approximately seven hundred times. Which was only about once a minute, he figured. Wasn’t that about as often as men supposedly thought about sex? He couldn’t remember, but he did have to admit that sex factored into more than a few of those seven hundred thoughts.

  Part of that, he recognized, had to do with how obviously the surprisingly attractive doctor had reacted to him. Whether or not she might also be thinking about sex, he didn’t know, but he’d bet that on some level she had developed a very physical awareness of him. What else could account for all those blushes he’d seen creep up her cheeks while they talked? It was October in the Northwest, so it couldn’t be the weather, and he knew for a fact that Josephine Barrett was way too young to be having hot flashes. She smelled nothing like a woman in menopause. She smelled warm and sweet and ripe and absolutely delicious.

  A sudden tightening in the fit of his uniform trousers made Eli shake his head and push away from his desk. There he went again, mind wandering back to the vet when it ought to be focusing on the job. At least now he would have the excuse of being off the clock when it happened again. And Eli had absolutely no doubts that it would.

  Locking his office door behind him, he shrugged into his jacket as he walked through the open area that housed the desk of the part-time secretary-dispatcher and the cubicles used by his two full-time and three part-time deputies. At the moment, one of the part-timers, Tim McGann, sat behind the gray fabric dividers filling out the never-ending paperwork that went with a job in law enforcement. If Eli had once thought there might be less of it in a town as small as Stone Creek than there had been in a city like Seattle, he’d been doomed to disappointment.

  “I’m heading out, Tim, but I’ve got my pager,” he called, lifting a hand when the deputy’s sandy-red head popped up from behind the cubicle wall. “Here’s hoping you’ll have a quiet night.”

  “I imagine I will,” the younger man grinned. At twenty-three, he was the rookie in the department, but he had been born and raised in Stone Creek and knew every resident and every square inch of the town. That and his mellow, amiable disposition made him an asset to their small force. “After all, it’s a school night, so most of our favorite hooligans should be under curfew. Thank God.”

  Eli snorted and stepped out into the brisk autumn night. It was true that most of the crime in Stone Creek had more to do with teenage delinquents and bar fights than gangs, drugs, or career criminals, but that only made the situation with the Lupine that much more puzzling. The hunters out here knew what game was in season during which part of the year, and they sure as hell knew that wolves still appeared on the state’s endangered species list. Since a good portion of them were just as likely to hunt on four legs with teeth and claws as on two with rifle and shot, they were also not inclined to shoot at any game they thought might end up being a neighbor out for a breath of fresh air. The idea that a hunter had shot at a wolf and then left her in the woods to die just didn’t make sense. There had to be more to this story, and Eli intended to find out what it was.

  One of his first orders on arriving at the office this morning had been to send the deputy on duty out to the site where he’d found the Lupine. Initially, he’d planned on going out there himself, but a surprise visit from the town’s mayor had nixed that idea and tied him up for most of the morning. Even after Ed Whipple had finally left, his reminder of the upcoming town council meeting had forced Eli to put his curiosity on the back burner while he dealt with the paperwork and reports he needed for the meeting. As much as he wanted to go over the shooting site himself, that was the kind of thing his deputies were paid and trained to do; they weren’t paid or trained to do his more tedious administrative tasks.

  He still planned to go out there himself, especially since his deputy had reported finding nothing suspicious in the forest. The other man had taped off the area to deter people from mucking around there, but Eli wanted to see it for himself. He had a better nose than most of his officers, and he had more experience than all of them. He wouldn’t rest until he double-checked that—literally—no stone had been unturned. Solving this shooting case had jumped to the top of his list of personal priorities.

 
In fact, he decided, shrugging against the restlessness that had plagued him all day, there was nothing stopping him from going out to the shooting site right now. It wouldn’t be any substitute for a daylight walk-through, but even without the benefit of light to guide his eyes, his nose might pick up something interesting.

  And prowling through the woods might burn off enough of this restless energy to keep him from planting himself under a certain veterinarian’s window and caterwauling a few Feline mating calls later tonight. He’d heard they lacked the desired effect on human women. Especially ones who weren’t completely tone-deaf.

  Decision made, Eli changed direction and strode back toward the front of the sheriff’s office. Climbing into his black SUV, he carefully backed into the street and pointed the hood toward the spot where he’d discovered the wolf the night before.

  The drive took less than twenty minutes, but even that short spell of enforced stillness had tension crawling up the back of Eli’s neck like a poisonous spider. By the time he pulled to a stop and parked at the side of the road precisely in the same spot he’d used last night, he had concluded that getting out of town had been a very wise choice. In his present state, yeowling outside of Josie Barrett’s window seemed less likely than crawling straight through it and into her bed. And subsequently into her.

  Slamming the truck door shut, Eli pocketed his keys, checked his service revolver’s position in its holster, and headed into the forest. Then he took his first deep breath and swore.

  Smoke.

  Quickening his pace, he stepped away from the path that led to the spot where he’d found the Lupine and headed south in the direction of the sharp, bittersweet scent of burning wood. While the wildfire danger in October might be less than it had been during summer’s dry spells, it never took much for small fires to break out in the woodlands surrounding Stone Creek. Given the abundant trees and dried pine needles for kindling, one careless camper could place the town in a precarious position. It was why all fires built outdoors within three miles of the city limits required a permit from the Stone Creek sheriff’s office.