“TWO MEMBERS OF OUR FAMILY HAVE BEEN SHOT.”

Rose had to stop and swallow her grief before she could continue. “We need your help, Ms. Nelson, to find the killer.”

Murder. That was definitely more serious than Vicki had been expecting. “Have the local police not turned up any leads?”

“They don’t exactly know.”

“What do you mean by ‘don’t exactly know’?” Vicki could think of several things it might mean and none of them appealed to her.

“Why don’t you show her, Rose,” Henry said quietly.

Rose slipped out of her sandals and rose to her feet. In one quick movement she stripped off the sundress she was wearing, stood naked for a heartbeat, and then, where there had been a pale-haired young woman there was a large white dog.

“Werewolves,” Vicki heard herself say aloud, amazed at her composure. Odds are good it’s Henry’s influence. This is what comes of hanging around with vampires. . . . I’ll get the bastard for this!