the closest two squads there, stat. He doesn’t go in until
they’re in place. I’ll call him to make sure he understands that.” He ended the call
and looked at Lily. “Someone or something triggered the wards around Cullen’s workshop.”
H INDSIGHT works a treat. Lily clambered up the steep path as quickly as she could and added
up all the ways the perp had outsmarted them.
The key was the workshop’s location. Cullen didn’t always make things go boom, burn
up, or stink to high heaven while investigating whatever magical conundrum had his
attention, but the chances of one of those three things happening in any given month
were good. There was a large sinkhole where his previous workshop had been. Still,
some of the things he could make, some of the ideas he was working on, could be vital
to the clan, so Isen built him a new one. That one was on Little Sister…the mini-mountain
Lily was currently climbing. And the closest peak to Big Sister.
The saddle connecting the two was riven with crevices and such a tumbled confusion
of rock that even a mountain goat would prefer to go the long way around. The intruder
could be confident that no one sent to investigate the fire on one peak would stumble
across him on the other, and there was no one on Little Sister to notice him. There
were a few homes near the base of Little Sister, but none farther up, where the workshop
was sited.
None that anyone lived in, that is. Hannah’s old cabin was about two hundred yards
from the workshop, butdespite the current crowding at Clanhome, no one had moved in. It was still filled
with her things, and because she had no living relatives, it would stay that way until
Isen gave permission for them to be removed. So far, he hadn’t.
Isen was in the steel-reinforced study now. Rule had run ahead so he could check out
the perp’s trail, and Lily was nearly at Cullen’s workshop. Two lupi kept pace with
her. She had her weapon, her purse, and a flashlight. She couldn’t see in the dark
the way they could.
She did know a few things about the intruder now. It looked like he’d acted alone—and
yes, the intruder was a
he
, and he was human. His scent had told the lupi that. He was a thief, maybe a pro,
and he liked motorcycles.
Cullen was fast, even two-footed. He’d reached his workshop maybe fifteen minutes
after his wards were breached, and he’d followed orders. He hadn’t gone inside…but
he had nosed around outside, including looking in a window. That’s how they knew the
intruder was a thief—something was missing. José had shown up at the workshop with
his squad while Cullen was cursing the thief, but he didn’t send one of his wolves
in to check out the workshop. By then, Isen had gotten home, and he’d altered Rule’s
orders. Nokolai had an explosives expert. Pete had sent for him when the whatever-it-was
exploded on Big Sister, but he lived in a small town nearby, not on Clanhome. Isen
had wanted everyone to wait for the expert. Even a really good nose might miss something
if he didn’t know what he was sniffing for. This guy did.
Lily couldn’t fault Isen’s caution. The intruder had already shown he knew how to
blow things up. Plus the delay gave her to time to get to the scene before it was
completely contaminated by Cullen and the others. Maybe. If she hurried.
The expert was there now.
While José and his squad had been waiting for the expert, though, they’d been busy.
The four-footed contingent had found the intruder’s scent quickly—fresh, male, andhuman. The wind was with them, too, so they had scent in the air and on the ground.
They’d taken off after him. The thief had had less than twenty minutes’ head start
at that point. Not enough, not when he was human. They’d expected to catch him, and
they would have—if not for the second fire. And the motorcycle.
The second fire was started with plain old lighter fuel,