Alistair’s words circled through Gabrielle’s mind as she examined his hangers-on. The trooper was easy (and human) enough. The man and woman in suits were human, too, but they carried faint hints of shifter. Too faint to tell what type. The man’s suit jacket splayed open far enough for she could see a badge that looked suspiciously like one of the federal law enforcement agencies.
“Someone was taken?” Gabrielle asked.
Alistair started to reply, but the suited man pushed his way forward, saying, “Not here. Are you in or not?”
Gabrielle heaved an indifferent shrug. “I suppose so, but if you take me, you take Wyatt, too. He’ll be useful, and I don’t want to leave him to get into mischief.”
“Wyatt getting into mischief isn’t our problem,” the suited man shot back. “Besides, he’s not cleare
