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carefully. And he’d listened to the old legends being hashed and rehashed, sometimes with fear, sometimes with the bravado of the locals who thought they could bring it down. But no one had a lead to follow. Nothing to hang a hat on.
    Every so often he’d single out someone whose words hinted they might be amenable to an interview. His carefully constructed cover allowed him to poke and prod without standing out like a sore thumb. This was a close community and strangers were like onions in a sunflower patch. So he had with him credentials identifying him as a reporter for National Crime Magazine , which just happened to be owned by Stafford Enterprises. His story was that he’d been writing stories about the Chupacabra for some time and wanted information about the latest killings.
    The past two days he’d been watching to see if the woman from the cabin came in here. He hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. All he had to do was close his eyes and remember her and his cock hardened and his balls ached.
    Great. He was supposed to be hunting a killer, not thinking about sex.
    Of course, that was part of the problem with being a shifter. Lust always simmered just below the surface. His human genes helped him to control it so he wasn’t indulging in orgies of mindless fucking, but that woman had roused something in him besides pure lust. Something he didn’t have time for right now.
    Trouble was, he knew he’d have to go back there because it was the last place he’d picked up the scent. And at the moment, he had no other leads. He’d tried interviewing the sheriff and the coroner but for the most part had been given the cold shoulder. Somehow he needed to talk to someone who had actually seen the fresh kill and get a look at the crime scene photos.
    The big stumbling block was the reluctance of John Denby, the sheriff, to admit this could be the Chupacabra. As if just mentioning the beast would bring it to life right in their midst, but denying it could make it go away. The sheriff was torn between looking for some crazed killer and calling in the local game warden. Jonah was well aware he couldn’t just hang around here indefinitely without drawing unwanted questions. He’d have to go to Plan B, which at the moment he didn’t have.
    He had just decided to order some breakfast when he saw Denby walk in with one of his deputies. The day after he’d landed in Eagle Pass, Jonah had introduced himself to the sheriff as a writer following stories about the Chupacabra and asking about the killings. Denby hadn’t been very receptive and had given him only what he’d passed along to the media.
    Now the man looked around, waved and smiled at a few people, but when he spotted Jonah he and the other man headed straight for the table.
    “Morning, Sheriff.” Jonah nodded at him.
    “Morning.” He pointed to the man standing beside him. “Meet Enoch Brazile, one of my deputies. Okay if we join you here?”
    “Sure.” He studied Denby. “Something special on your mind?”
    The sheriff pulled out a chair and sat opposite Jonah. Enoch Brazile took the chair next to him. No one said anything until the waitress had brought two more coffee mugs and served all around. Denby took his time stirring sweetener into his coffee, seemingly fixated on the contents of the mug. Brazile looked as if he’d like to make himself invisible, quite a trick for a man at least six-five and built like a pickup truck.
    Denby took a slow sip of his coffee and set the mug down carefully on the table.
    “I’m still not near convinced that the dead hunters and the deer aren’t the work of one of the feral hogs that run loose out there.”
    “You know the killer’s not human,” Jonah said, watching the man carefully.
    Denby nodded. “A human would have left some kind of tracks. Also, I don’t see how anyone could have gotten into that preserve without the owner knowing about it. He has men who patrol the area constantly while the