The air waved, then his pants crumpled, and out of the fallen material the black snout of a wolverine appeared. Without a glance at us, he crept through the underbrush.
It was smart. He could get close, and even if seen there was little risk. They could shoot him, but unless he attacked one of them I doubted they would.
I still didn't want to leave. I still wanted to be there myself. I lifted my foot to edge closer.
Mel dropped the end of my staff in front of me.
I stared at the wooden rod, my emotions saying to shove the barrier aside, but my head saying she was right.
Finally I adjusted Kale's weight on my shoulder and turned back toward Jack's cabin.
I had my spies in place.
I had to trust that Cleo and Jack would bring me any information I needed.
Plus I had a warrior to interrogate. . once I made sure she wasn't dead.
While I carried Kale inside, Lao laid towels on one of the beds to protect the linens from blood. Once the mattress was protected, I heaved my burden off my shoulder and laid her as gently as I could on the bed.
Lao went to work cleaning the wound where the sword tip had torn at her neck.
I left her alone, choosing to sit outside on the back porch and wait for Jack or Cleo to arrive. The dog wandered up. Someone had made a bed out of a cardboard box and set it on the porch. The smallest pup, the one that had barely been alive when I'd found him in the woods, whined.
I picked him up, mindlessly stroking him as I waited. By the time the chug of the stolen car's engine announced Cleo's arrival, I was completely calm and for whatever reason feeling under control. . like we were making progress.
The older warrior got out of the car and walked toward me.
Before I could ask her what she had learned, Jack's wolverine head poked out of the woods. His body soon followed. He stood at the edge of the forest, sniffing until I raised my hand giving the sign that all was fine here. Then he shifted.
While he pulled on his pants, which Mel had brought back and left lying on the ground, Cleo went to get Mel, Bern, and Lao, if she was able to leave Kale.
Soon Cleo, Bern, and Mel had appeared. Lao, Cleo said, wasn't yet willing to leave our houseguest alone. The five of us sat cross-legged in a circle on the grass. Tess sat on the porch fussing over the puppies.
The whole thing would have had a picnic feel if it wasn't for the lack of food and our topic of discussion.
'Who were they?' I asked, directing the question at Jack.
'Sheriff's department, I think. Someone called them.'
We glanced at Cleo. She shook her head. 'Could have been someone at the camp. The deputies arrived not long after I did. They seemed to be expecting them. The priestess, at least. . ' Her eyes wandered over Bern and me.
'How were things there?' I asked.
'Strange. Quiet.' Cleo frowned. 'As I said, they seemed to be waiting for something.'
'Did anyone mention Kale?' I assumed since we'd found the high council member by the obelisk, she had come from the camp.
'No. No one really talked to me at all. I drove up, and they all just stared at the car. When I got out, the high priestess. . Thea?' — she looked at me for confirmation-'came to talk to me. Asked where I was from, the last camp I'd visited, things like that. But it didn't feel like idle chitchat.'
'You think she suspected something?' I asked.
'Maybe. . or she just wasn't sure she wanted me there.'
Not wanting an Amazon at a safe camp was unheard of. Being a stopping point for wandering Amazons was our entire purpose, and I knew the camp wasn't overfull. Four sleeping spaces had recently been vacated.
'But then the sheriff arrived.'
I considered this: perhaps that was it. If Thea knew the sheriff was arriving, I'd understand how a new unknown warrior being thrown in the mix might not excite her, but how would she have known the sheriff was arriving-unless she had called them? And Amazons didn't call in human authorities. . ever.
Jack jumped back into the conversation. 'They found the bodies. It shook them up. I heard one of them say they'd been shot. I don't think they went there expecting to find anyone dead.'
Which made me wonder what they had expected, why Thea had directed them toward the woods.
'Did any of the Amazons come with them, or show up?' I asked. If human authorities had wanted to investigate in Artemis's woods while I was at the safe house, I would have done everything I could to stop them. As it was, I'd had a hard time not challenging their right to be there. Point being, if I'd been
'No,' replied Jack.
I glanced at Cleo. She shook her head. 'They came to the camp and Thea talked to them. Then she directed them to the path.'
'She directed them to the path? To the obelisk?'
Cleo nodded. Her jaw jutted out to one side.
'Did no one object?'
'No one.'
I looked back at Jack. 'What about the sheriffs? Did they say who they thought shot the women?'
'They thought they shot each other. They found two guns.'
I'd only looked at one of the bodies, but whoever had shot her had either known what she was doing or made one hell of a lucky shot.
Jack continued, 'After they talked a bit, they broke up and started searching the woods. One of the guns wasn't where they expected to find it, not if one of the dead women dropped it. I was afraid they'd find you.'
The gun Kale had held, the one I'd kicked. 'We left,' I replied.
'And they haven't been by here?' he asked.
I shook my head. But he had a point. Eventually someone would realize there were houses close to the obelisk that weren't the safe house. Even if they did think the two women killed each other, we needed to be prepared for the authorities to come calling.
'So how'd they know to come to the safe camp?' I asked, going back to my original question.
'I think someone from the camp called them, reported hearing two trespassers arguing. Whoever called said the pair had acted strangely and they were afraid to approach them to run them off.'
'Do you think Kale shot them?' Mel asked, directing the question at me.
'She says she doesn't remember.' Lao stepped onto the porch. 'Doesn't seem to remember much. Aside from that I'd say she's hale and hearty, or should be.' The hearth-keeper stared at me.
I only registered the first of Lao's words. I looked at Jack. 'Any of the goddesses have the power to steal someone's memory?'
'You think someone at the camp is on the other side?' Mel dropped her hand from the head of the puppy I held.
I raked my fingers over the tiny dog's fur.
'I don't think we can discount the idea. . We can't discount anything.'
Not long after Cleo had returned to the safe camp, Tess came to find me. I was still sitting out back in a rocker, this time waiting for Kale.
Tess wandered out looking shy and insecure. For the first time I noticed her chin-length hair was uncombed and her clothes were rumpled.
She walked to the end of the porch and wrapped her arms around the rough wood pillar.
I waited.
'I. . I was thinking. . Cleo, Mel's mother. . she said no one would talk to her at camp.' The young hearth- keeper slid one foot over the wooden porch floor. Her thick-soled sandal hit a rock and knocked it down into the long grass. 'When I was there, people talked to me. I think they would again.'
I frowned. 'You want to go back?'
She straightened her arm, pushing her body away from the pillar. The position showed she was thin but muscular. Her arms had almost as much definition as mine.
