A werewolf among us

suspect of suspects. Nothing should be overlooked. He thought of Tina, alone in her studio, and now he
did
regret leaving her there. More than he had wanted anything in years, he wanted to remove her smock and take her to bed, possess her and let her possess him. What had stopped him?
    "What happened?" he asked Dane, who was nearest the entrance to the foyer.
    When he stepped past the boy, he saw exactly what was the matter: Salardi lay dead in the center of the foyer floor.
     

ELEVEN: A
Clever Enemy
     
    St
. Cyr bent over the corpse and examined it, then looked up at the others and said, "His neck's been broken. Unless I'm less observant than I think, it was done with a single blow. There's only one bruise, anyway." He looked back at the corpse and said, "How long has he been lying here?"
    Jubal said, "I don't know."
    Teddy said, "He must have entered with someone who had a key to the door, because the house computer does not have any record of his calling."
    "Perhaps he had a key of his own," St. Cyr said. The corpse was lying face-down, and he turned it over so that he could feel inside of Salardi's pants pockets. "No key," he said.
    "What would he be doing here?" Jubal asked.
    "Perhaps he came to tell us something," Dane said. "Something that the killer didn't want us to know." He looked at St, Cyr, blinked, said, "Or does that sound too melodramatic?"
    "Life is one big melodrama," St. Cyr said. "He might very well have had something I could use." He stood up and wiped his hands on his slacks as if he were dusting off the taint of death, although he knew it was not that easy to be rid of. "I understand he was a friend of yours, Dane."
    Surprisingly, the boy did not attempt to deny it, "I spent days with him, recording interviews that would give me background on the Darmanian culture prior to man's settlement here."
    St. Cyr said, "He could have come here with you."
    Dane shook his head violently. "That's silly." He gestured to the body and said, "I liked Salardi, admired him. I never would have killed the man."
    St, Cyr said, "The corpse is still very warm. Can you prove where you've been during the last hour?"
    "In my room," Dane said. "Then I came down to the kitchen for a snack. I was there when the house computer asked for you. I thought that something unusual must be happening, and I was close enough to get here before you did."
    Still a possibility.
    Obviously.
    "And you?" St. Cyr asked Jubal.
    "I was in the kitchen too. Before that, I was working in the library, researching ancient Grecian patterns for a—"
    "Can you prove it?"
    "I was alone," Jubal said. He took a step toward St. Cyr, accidentally kicked the corpse in the shoulder, stepped back in horror. He said, "Look here, you don't still think it's one of the family responsible for all of this, do you?"
    "If I do, do you want me to drop the case? I could pack up and get out tonight."
    "No," Jubal said. "You've got to stay, especially after this."
    "Then, yes, I still believe it has to be the family, one of you. Salardi was the only man outside of the family that was a possibility. He's dead and no longer in the running."
    Jubal was clearly displeased, but he did not say anything more.
    St. Cyr turned to Teddy and said, "Did you find him?"
    "Yes, sir. I immediately notified the house computer through that robotic-link terminal in the wall, made a special request that you be summoned."
    "You didn't touch anything?"
    "I am aware of the dangers of obliterating evidence," the master unit said, as if St, Cyr had insulted it.
    The cyberdetective looked at the two men and said, "Did either of you disturb anything in the foyer—after you came across Salardi?"
    "We got here together," Jubal explained. "We checked the body to be certain he was beyond medical aid, but otherwise we were very circumspect."
    'Teddy, I'd like you to go telephone the authorities; ask for Inspector Rainy, and tell him to get his ass out here on the double, along with two men to take up permanent residence if that is required."
    "Yes, sir."
    The master unit turned and floated quickly down the hall toward the nearest telephone. They stood silently in the foyer, waiting for it to return, not looking at each other, trying not to think about what had happened and what was going to happen when the police arrived. A few minutes later, Teddy returned. He said, "I'm sorry, Mr. St. Cyr, but the telephone does not seem to be working. I could not get a dial tone, and I had the house computer