From Dead to Worse

said.
    “Absolutely not. I have to go to work tonight, and I’m so utterly on the edge of this thing that I’m sure they won’t try again. But I do need to know how the guy knew where and when to find me.”
    “Tell Amanda the circumstances,” Alcide said, his voice thick with anger, and then Amanda came on. Hard to believe that when I’d seen her at the wedding we’d both been so cheerful.
    “Tell me,” she said crisply, and I knew this was no time to argue. I told her the story as tersely as possible (leaving out Niall, and Eric’s name, and most other details), and she was silent for a few seconds after I’d finished speaking.
    “Since he was taken out, that’s one less we have to worry about,” she said, sounding simply relieved. “I wish you’d known who he was.”
    “Sorry,” I said a bit acidly. “I was thinking about the gun, not his ID. How come you-all can have a war with as few people as you have?” The Shreveport pack couldn’t number over thirty.
    “Reinforcements from other territories.”
    “Why would anyone do that?” Why join in a war that wasn’t yours? What was the point of losing your own people when it was the other pack’s dispute?
    “There are perks to backing the winning side,” Amanda said. “Listen, you still got that witch living with you?”
    “I do.”
    “Then there’s something you can do to help.”
    “Okay,” I said, though I didn’t recall offering. “What would that be?”
    “You need to ask your witch friend if she’ll go to Maria-Star’s apartment and get some kind of reading on what happened there. Is that possible? We want to know the Weres involved.”
    “It’s possible, but I don’t know if she’ll do it.”
    “Ask her now, please.”
    "Ah ... let me call you back. She’s got a visitor.”
    Before I went out to the living room, I made a call. I didn’t want to leave this message on the answering machine at Fangtasia, which wouldn’t be open yet, so I called Pam’s cell, something I’d never done before. As it rang, I found myself wondering if it was in the coffin with her. That was an eerie thing to picture. I didn’t know if Pam actually slept in a coffin or not, but if she did . . . I shuddered. Of course, the phone went to voice mail, and I said, “Pam, I’ve found out why Eric and I were pulled over last night, or at least I think so. There’s a Were war brewing, and I think I was the target. Someone sold us out to Patrick Furnan. And I didn’t tell anyone where I was going.” That was a problem Eric and I had been too shaken to discuss the night before. How had anyone, anyone at all, known where we’d be last night? That we’d be driving back from Shreveport.
    Amelia and Octavia were in the middle of a discussion, but neither of them looked as angry or upset as I’d feared.
    “I hate to intrude,” I said as both pairs of eyes turned to me. Octavia’s eyes were brown, Amelia’s bright blue, but at the moment they were eerily alike in expression.
    “Yes?” Octavia was clearly queen of the situation.
    Any witch worth her salt would know about Weres. I condensed the issues of the Were war down to a few sentences, told them about the attack the night before on the interstate, and explained Amanda’s request.
    “Is this something you should get involved with, Amelia?” Octavia asked, her voice making it quite clear there was only one answer she should give.
    “Oh, I think so,” Amelia said. She smiled. “Can’t have someone shooting at my roomie. I’ll help Amanda.”
    Octavia couldn’t have been more shocked if Amelia had spat a watermelon seed on her pants. “Amelia! You’re trying things beyond your ability! This will lead to terrible trouble! Look what you’ve already done to poor Bob Jessup.”
    Oh, boy, I hadn’t known Amelia that long, but I already knew that was a poor way to get her to comply with your wishes. If Amelia was proud of anything, it was her witchy ability. Challenging her expertise was a sure way to rattle her. On the other hand, Bob was a major fuckup.
    “Can you change him back?” I asked the older witch.
    Octavia looked at me sharply. “Of course,” she said.
    “Then why don’t you do it, and we can go from there?” I said.
    Octavia looked very startled, and I knew I shouldn’t have gotten up in her face like that. On the other hand, if she wanted to show Amelia that her magic was more powerful, here was her chance. Bob the cat was sitting in Amelia’s lap, looking