“Half an hour ago, you lied by omission when you avoided mentioning the hunter who saw you in cat form.”

Michael chuckled, and I glared at him, my mind racing to figure out how to respond.

Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. “That wasn’t technical y a lie,” I muttered, already wishing I’d left well enough alone. Why couldn’t I stop digging my own grave just once before the hole got too deep to climb out of?

My father’s frown deepened, and I felt a lecture coming on. “It’s not the letter of the law that matters, Faythe. It’s the intent.”

Blah, blah, blah. I happened to think that if the letter of the law left room for creative interpretation, it ought to be rephrased, to avoid confusion. And loopholes. Attorneys and accountants were rewarded rather than punished for finding loopholes, so why shouldn’t I be?

Because I didn’t work for the government, or for Joe Q. Public. I worked for my father.

“How long have you known?” I asked, trying to determine the least incriminating way to find out how much he actually knew.

“Since an hour after it happened,” he said. I opened my mouth, but he cut me off before I could chomp down on my own foot. I should have thanked him. “Don’t worry, no one tattled on you. I overheard you and Marc arguing about it. You two aren’t exactly quiet, you know.”

Damn it. No matter how much trouble I went through to cover al my bases, it was always my own mouth that got me into trouble. Literal y, in Andrew’s case.

“If you knew what happened, and you knew the guys were covering for me, why didn’t you say anything?”

My father rose graceful y from the couch, standing to face me. His mouth turned up into a conspiratorial smile, as if he were about to let me in on a big secret. I was curious, in spite of my habitual feigned disinterest.

“I thought about it,” he said finally. “I thought about teaching you all a lesson in loyalty and obedience. But then I realized that Ethan, Jace, and Parker were not showing disloyalty to me so much as they were showing loyalty to you and Marc. Their willingness to protect you both, possibly at great cost, shows how devoted they are to the two of you, even though you don’t pay them and they haven’t pledged anything to you. I can’t teach devotion like that, and I’m certainly not going to punish it.

Especial y since nothing more damaging has come of it than a Yeti-esque article in the paper and some local news reports that make that poor hunter sound like a drunken fool.”

I stared at my father in disbelief. Not only was he not mad at us—not foaming at the mouth, like I’d expected—he was actually pleased by our conspiracy to withhold information.

Sometimes it scared me that I understood the bad guys better than I understood my own father.

“So you’re not mad?” It might be a good idea to get this in writing, while I’m at it.

“Not this time.” His face hardened and his gaze narrowed, giving me the impression that he saw nothing but my eyes.

“But before you decide to keep anything important from me again, remember my willingness to have a second cage installed in the basement. Just for you.”

I grinned. “I’l keep that in mind.” We were back on familiar territory now. He made threats, and I ignored them. That much I could handle.

And now that I was more at ease, it was time to get down to business.

“So, about Andrew…?”

“Well, obviously I’m not pleased to find out my daughter infected the stray who’s causing so much trouble. But at least now we have a starting point.”

Wel , that was certainly one way of looking at it, and I wasn’t about to complain, considering how close I’d come to a possible death sentence.

“Michael, go find the rest of the guys.”

My brother nodded, already headed for the door. “Well, look what I found,” he said, and I turned to see him standing in the threshold, doorknob still in hand. In the hall beyond, Owen rose from the floor, where he’d apparently been waiting for the office door to open. And he wasn’t alone. Vic, Parker, and Jace filed in behind him, Ethan bringing up the rear. Marc wasn’t there.

My father chuckled from his armchair. “You’re all fine examples of what curiosity did to the proverbial cat, aren’t you?” Parker shrugged, and only Owen had the grace to look embarrassed. Our Alpha waved them al forward. “Come sit down. Now that we have a serious lead, we have a lot of work to do. Was there anything in the news?”

“Yeah. Here.” Vic handed him a thin, stapled stack of papers on his way to the love seat, where he settled in next to Parker.

“You want me to go get Marc?” Michael asked as I sank onto the couch.

My father looked up from the reports, and his eyes landed on me.

“No, let’s give him a little more time.” He scanned the first page, then flipped it over and scanned the second. Then the third and final. “Is this it?” he asked, flipping back to the front of the stack.

“Yeah.” Parker ran one hand through a thick head of salt-and-pepper hair. “There were variations of it on a couple of other news sites, but they all had the same information. Which isn’t much.”

“Okay.” Leaning forward, my father slid the packet of papers onto the table by my end of the couch, then leaned back in his chair to address us all. “As I expected, the Louisiana police have connected the missing-stripper cases in their state, and the national news has picked up the story. Fortunately, no one seems to realize yet that the Arkansas stripper is related. But that won’t take them long, especial y if any others go missing. Unfortunately—” he twisted his arm to glance at the watch on his wrist “—if the pattern holds up, that may already have happened.”