When they were all settled, beers in hand, in the living room, Mick took the floor.
“I’m presuming from all your comments, Maribel, you’re well aware of what Wynn is.”
She snorted. “If I wasn’t, that alone would have clued me in he wasn’t quite run-of-the-mill.”
“True. All right, we need to come up with a plan to stop Deacon before he steps up whatever he’s got in mind. For starters, Wynn, is he a black jaguar like Lionel?”
“Honestly, I have no idea. It never came up in my conversation with his father. I would suspect not. His father is, his mother isn’t, so there’s a more than fifty-fifty chance he’s a spotted jaguar.”
“Any chance you can get a copy of the picture of him and Lionel from their father? The sooner the better.”
Wynn smiled. “Give me a few minutes and I can make a drawin
