Fair Game

necrophilic.”
    “Mmm,” agreed Anna. “But you and I are not witches.”
    Leslie stared out in the harbor for a moment, then smiled. “I suppose that was it. I wanted to smack her, and your Charles did it for me.”
    There was a monument up ahead that looked something like the Washington Monument in miniature—or, since they were in Boston, like the Bunker Hill Monument. It was a tall, sea-battered, narrow-sided rectangle that lifted to the sky and ended in a point. On the ocean side of the path were some wharfs with a few people fishing from them.
    “Still, Heuter…” Anna said. “You know Senator Heuter’s views on werewolves, right? He’s one of the proponents of that bill to include us as an endangered species.”
    Leslie frowned. “Endangered species?”
    “And therefore not citizens,” Anna said. “I don’t suppose it would be of as much interest to you as it is to us werewolves. He also wants to RFID tag us as if we were pets who might go astray.”
    “RFID?”
    “That one hasn’t made it into a bill yet,” Anna said. “But it’s been in a couple of his speeches.”
    “That wouldn’t be constitutional,” said Leslie.
    “It would if we were an endangered species.” Anna looked at Brother Wolf. “I’d like to see someone try to put a radio control collar on Charles. It might be fun to watch on YouTube.”
    He gave her a look.
    Anna raised the hand that wasn’t holding the leash. “I’m not saying I’d do it. I’d just pay money to watch someone try.”
    Leslie gave her a thoughtful look as she stopped. “I thought that you were mismatched when I first met you two. But you aren’t, are you?”
    “No,” Anna agreed. “I’mthe only one who knows when he’s teasing.”
    “If you say so,” said Leslie, amused.
    Anna looked around. “Is this where Jacob was found?”
    “Over here.”
    Between the sidewalk and the sea stood a two-rail decorative pipe fence that the salt water had colored green and rust. Beyond that, a short rocky shoreline edged in green sea grasses gave way to a bit of water and a wall of worn wooden poles stuck side by side like soldiers keeping the waves off the land. Leslie pointed to a small patch of dirt between the wharf wall and the wooden poles.
    Jacob would have been sheltered a little from the weather. Anna bent down a little closer than she needed to when she unclipped Charles’s leash, and she breathed in his familiar scent to comfort herself. He waited until she stood up before he hopped over the fence and down to the strip of land below. Anna made no attempt to follow.
    Leslie gave her a searching glance. “He can scent things better in wolf form than you can in human?”
    “Yes. But he’s also better at this than I am.” Anna didn’t feel a bit defensive about it. He’d taught her a lot, but…”He has a lot more experience than I do. Scents don’t come with a label—this is the villain; here is a lady with a dog; here is a police officer and that sticky-sweet-and-sour-milk smell is someone’s old banana ice cream cone. Charles can pick out what he’s smelling better than I can, and date them, too, usually.”
    Brother Wolf trotted down to the isolated bit of dirt that Leslie had pointed out and then followed it toward them with his nose on the ground.
    A jogger approached them and stopped, jogging in place. “Your dog should be on a leash,” he said in politely disapproving tones. “It’s the rules. There are lots of kids here and a big dog like that might scare someone.”
    “Werewolf,”said Anna blandly, just to see what he would do.
    He stopped jogging and looked, his jaw dropping. “Shit,” he said. “You’re kidding me.”
    “It’s a werewolf,” said Leslie.
    “It’s red. Aren’t werewolves supposed to be black or gray?”
    “Werewolves can be whatever color,” Anna told him.
    He bent down, stretching his legs and breathing deeply. “It’s beautiful. Hey, that’s where they found that little boy, isn’t it? I saw the police tape out here a couple of days ago. Are you with the police?”
    “FBI.” Leslie gave him a sharp look. “You run here all the time?”
    “When I’m off duty,” he admitted. “I’m a fireman. Missed the fuss, though.”
    “You get a lot of things washing up here?”
    “Yes, ma’am. Lotsa. New stuff every day, but we keep it picked up pretty well. His is the only body I know about, but I’ve only been running here a couple of years.” He stared at Charles, who happily