“You know Brian couldn’t have committed a violent crime,” Kim was saying. “His Collar would have stopped him.”
“Let me guess. Your police claim the Collar malfunctioned?”
“Yep. When I suggest having it tested, I’m greeted with all kinds of reasons it can’t be. The Collar can’t be removed, and anyway it would be too dangerous to have Brian Collarless if he could be. Also too dangerous to provoke him to violence and see if the Collar stops him. Brian’s been calm since he was brought in. Like he’s given up.” She looked glum. “I hate to see someone give up like that.”
“You like the underdog?”
She grinned at him with red lips. “You could say that, Mr. Morrissey. Me and the underdog go back a long way.”
Liam liked her mouth. He liked imagining it on his body, on certain parts of his anatomy in particular. He had no business thinking that, but the thoughts triggered a physical reaction below the belt.
Weird. He’d never even considered having sex with a human before. He didn’t find human women attractive; Liam preferred to be in his big cat form for sex. He found sex that way much more satisfying. With Kim, he’d have to remain human.
His gaze strayed to her unbuttoned collar. Of course, it might not be so bad to be human with her…
What the hell am I thinking? Fergus’s instructions had been clear, and Liam agreeing to them had been the only way Fergus had allowed Kim to come to Shiftertown at all. Fergus wasn’t keen on a human woman being in charge of Brian’s case, not that they had any choice. Fergus had been pissed about Brian’s arrest from the beginning and thought the Shifters should back off and stay out of it. Almost as though he believed Brian was guilty.
But Fergus lived down on the other side of San Antonio, and what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Liam would handle this his own way.
“So what do you expect from me, love?” he asked Kim. “Want to test my Collar?”
“No, I want to know more about Brian, about Shifters and the Shifter community. Who Brian’s people are, how he grew up, what it’s like to live in a Shifter enclave.” She smiled again. “Finding six independent witnesses who swear he was nowhere near the victim at the time in question wouldn’t hurt either.”
“Oh, is that all? Bloody miracles is what you want, darling.”
She wrapped a dark curl around her finger. “Brian said that you’re the Shifter people talk to most. Shifters and humans alike.”
It was true that Shifters came to Liam with their troubles. His father, Dylan Morrissey, was master of this Shiftertown, second in power in the whole clan.
Humans knew little about the careful hierarchy of the Shifter clans and prides—packs for Lupines—and still less about how informally but efficiently everything got done. Dylan was the Morrissey pride leader and the leader of this Shiftertown, and Fergus was the clan leader for the Felines of South Texas, but Shifters with a problem sought out Liam or his brother Sean for a chat. They’d meet in the bar or at the coffee shop around the corner. So, Liam, can you ask your father to look into it for me?
No one would petition Dylan or Fergus directly. That wasn’t done. But chatting about things to Liam over coffee, that was fine and didn’t draw attention to the fact that the person in question had troubles.
Everyone would know anyway, of course. Life in a Shiftertown reminded Liam very much of life in the Irish village he’d lived near until they’d come to Texas twenty years ago. Everyone knew everything about everyone, and news traveled, lightning-swift, from one side of the village to the other.
“Brian never came to me,” he said. “I never knew anything about this human girl until suddenly the police swoop in here and arrest him. His mother struggled out of bed to watch her son be dragged away. She didn’t even know why for days.”
Kim watched Liam’s blue eyes harden. The Shifters were angry about Brian’s arrest, that was certain. Citizens of Austin had tensely waited for the Shifters to make trouble after the arrest, to break free and try to retaliate with violence, but Shiftertown remained quiet. Kim wondered why, but she wasn’t about to ask right now and risk angering the one person who might help her.
“Exactly my point,” she said. “This case has been handled badly from start to finish. If you help me, I can spring Brian and make a point at the same time. You don’t mess with people’s rights, not even Shifters’.”
Liam’s eyes grew harder, if that were possible. It was like looking at living sapphire. “I don’t give a damn about making a point. I give a damn about Brian’s family.”
All right, so she’d miscalculated about what would motivate him. “In that case, Brian’s family will be happier with him outside prison, not inside.”
“He won’t go to prison, love. He’ll be executed, and you know it. No waiting twenty years on death row, either. They’ll kill him, and they’ll kill him fast.”
That was true. The prosecutor, the county sheriff, the attorney general, and even the governor wanted an example made of Brian. There hadn’t been a Shifter attack in twenty years, and the Texas government wanted to assure the world that they weren’t going to allow one now.
“So are you going to help me save him?” Kim asked. If he wanted to be direct and to the point, fine. So could she. “Or let him die?”
Anger flickered through Liam’s eyes again, then sorrow and frustration. Shifters were emotional people from what she’d seen in Brian, not bothering to hide what they felt. Brian had lashed out at Kim many times before he’d grudgingly acknowledged that she was on his side.
If Liam decided to stonewall her, Brian had said, Kim had no hope of getting cooperation from the other Shifters. Even Brian’s own mother would take her cue from Liam.
Liam had the look of a man who didn’t take shit from anyone. A man used to giving the orders himself, but so far he hadn’t seemed brutal. He could make his voice soft and lilting, reassuring, friendly. He was a defender, she guessed. A protector of his people.
Was he deciding whether to protect Brian or turn his back?
Liam’s gaze flicked past her to the door, every line of his body coming alert. Kim’s nerves made her jump. “What is it?”
Liam got out of his chair and started around the desk at the same time the door scraped open and another man—another Shifter—walked in.
Liam’s expression changed. “Sean.” He clasped the other Shifter’s arms and pulled him into a hug.
More than a hug. Kim watched, open-mouthed, as Liam wrapped his arms around the other man, gathered him close, and nuzzled his cheek.
Chapter Two
Kim made herself close her gaping mouth and turn away. None of her business if Liam Morrissey was g*y. Seriously disappointing, but none of her business.
The second man held Liam in a tight hug, then with a thump of fists on backs, they released each other. Liam smiled—man, how gorgeous was he when he smiled? He had his arm around the second man’s shoulders.
“Sean, this is Kim,” Liam said. “She wants me to help her with Brian.”
Sean had dark hair and blue eyes like Liam, and a body as honed, but his face was harder, his look sterner. He had a stillness in him that wasn’t in Liam, as though something had happened to him that he’d never quite gotten over.
“Does she now?” Sean was saying. “And what did you tell her?”
“I was about to explain when you barged in without warning me. What if I’d thought you were a Lupine? I’d have taken your head off.”
“Your sense of smell’s that bad, Liam, that you’d mistake your own brother for a wolfman?”
“He’s your brother?” Kim asked in a shaky voice.
“My brother, Sean Morrissey.”
Kim’s face heated. “Oh.”
Liam still had his arm firmly around the other man. “Why? Who’d you think he was?”
Kim tried to control her embarrassment. “I thought you were a couple.”
Liam burst out laughing, a warm sound. Sean smiled slightly. “Are all humans this crazy?” he asked Liam.
“They’re all that ignorant,” Liam said. “I’ve decided to let her talk to Brian’s mum.”
Sean’s smile faded, and he and Liam exchanged a look that held caution, warning. Because they didn’t trust humans? Or something more?
Both men focused on Kim again. No one could look at someone like a Shifter. They saw everything, missed nothing. She found that having two equally good-looking men give her the once-over wasn’t bad, even if they were Shifters, potentially dangerous and potentially deadly.
“Sounds good,” she made herself say. “Here’s my card. Call me when you’ve set something up with her.”
“I meant I’d take you around now,” Liam said. “No time like the present.”
“Right now? Without warning? Not always a good idea.”
“She’ll know we’re coming.”
Kim shrugged, pretending to share their nonchalance. Her years as a lawyer had made her anal—make appointments, keep detailed records, cover your ass on everything. Their casualness unnerved her.
And yet she sensed these men weren’t relaxed at all. Liam and Sean shared another look, an unspoken warning, as if they were communicating something she couldn’t hear.
But whatever. Kim had a job to do, and Brian had said that getting Liam’s help was key.
She walked out the door Liam held open, her head up, trying not to melt when she passed between the two men’s extraordinary heat.
They walked to Brian’s house. Kim had been preparing to share the close space of her car with two Shifters, but found herself walking slightly behind Liam, with Sean behind her.
The house wasn’t far. A couple of blocks, that was all, Liam assured her. He wasn’t the one in the four-inch heels, she wanted to growl. Kim’s shiny black pumps were great for office meetings, bad for hiking.
It wasn’t a hardship following Liam, though. The man had a fine ass cupped by snug jeans, and he walked easily in the heat. No wonder people came to Liam with their problems—he looked like a man who’d invite you to rest your head on his shoulder while he made everything bad go away. His brother had the same height and build, the same strength, the same blue eyes, but Kim would gravitate to Liam if she had to choose. Sean had a wariness, a pulling back that she didn’t sense in Liam.
The first block had a convenience store with a littered parking lot on one corner; another bar, closed, on the opposite end; and a boarded-up store and two bungalows left over from better times crammed in the middle. No one but the three of them walked here, and any street traffic sped through to newer and more prosperous parts of town.
Liam led Kim around the corner behind the derelict buildings. They passed through a wide-open gate in a chain-link fence and crossed a field. Kim winced and watched where she stepped, knowing her legs and feet would be open season for Texas chiggers.
When they reached the other end of the field, Kim stopped so quickly that Sean almost ran into her.
“This is Shiftertown?”
Liam grinned. “Not what you expected, eh, love?”
Kim had thought Shiftertown would be a slum, a ghetto of people not wanted in other parts of town. The houses were small and old, yes. The street itself was cracked and potholed because the city deemed repairs there a low priority. But Kim looked down the street at what appeared to be a beautiful and comfortable suburb. Every yard was green, with gardens or flower boxes running riot with summer flowers. The buildings were painted and in good repair, and most houses had deep porches filled with plants and furniture.
There were no fences anywhere. Kids played in yards and ran between houses without fear. One front yard sported a plastic wading pool filled with kids and a couple of dogs, while two moms watched from the porch steps. They were young women, casual in shorts and baggy T-shirts, legs stretched to the sun while the kids played. Everyone in the yard and on the porch, including the dogs, wore collars.
