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she would go on, but it slowly closed.
Gabriel glanced at Werner. The old man shook his
head solemnly. "They buried the remains of Toni yes-
terday." He took out a handkerchief and wiped his
brow. "It was a very small box, Herr Knight."
"I'm . . . sorry," Gabriel said. He felt a sick dread
at the story's images.
"You can help them," Gerde replied.
Gabriel shot her a glance. What did she expect him
to do?
"Haven't you notified the police?" he asked gently.
"Ja, naturlich\" Werner replied disdainfully. "The
police believe it is wolves escaped from a zoo! This is
not the first such killing, Herr Knight. There have
been others, all near Munich. And the police, they
find nothing!"
Gabriel blinked at the old man, startled. "There
have been other wolf attacks?"
"Other attacks, yes. All in the past few weeks. But
the killer is not a wolf, Herr Knight." Werner was
looking at him as though he were stupid.
"But you just said . . ."
"I saw it." The quiet words came from the mother,
and it silenced all others effortlessly.
"What did you see, Frau Huber?"
She stared at Gabriel unswervingly. "It was not a
wolf, Herr Knight. It was a beast—something bad,
something terrible. And its eyes ... its eyes were
human."
Her own beautiful and dreadful eyes sent a chill
through him as she said this. His mind conjured up a
wolf's howl to chase the goose bumps on his spine. It
would almost be funny if it wasn't so goddamn awful,
if these people weren't serious, and if he wasn't sud-
denly so creeped out.
"Are you saying it was a ... a ..."
"Werewolf," Werner said.
"Christ!"
"I have told them that you are the new Schatten-
jager," Gerde interjected helpfully. "Wolfgang said it
was meant to be before he died."
"I know, I—"
But Gerde and Werner had obviously worked out
a tag-team approach in advance, for Werner did not
let him speak. "Are you the Schattenjager, Herr
Knight? Or are you not?"
You had to hand it to the old guy, he was blunt.
Werner's bushy eyebrows furrowed at him in the
battery-operated brightness, and Gabriel understood
that his choice in this matter would mean a lot more