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.All in all, it was far better to hope that the building was empty, and that I wouldn't have to deal with anyone, werewolves or otherwise.I would much rather just poke around and find something incriminating inside, something that I could bring back to Murphy and Denton that would point them in the correct direction.There was a regular door beside the pair of big, roll-up garage doors.Both of them were closed.I tried the regular door, and it opened easily enough, so I went on inside.There were no windows, and the only light in the garage fell into it from the open door behind me."Hello?" I called into the darkness.I tried to peer around, but saw nothing other than dim shapes and outlines, what might have been a car with the hood up, a couple of those rolling tool-cabinets.There was a dull reflection of glass windows off to one side, where there might have been an office.I stepped to one side of the doorway, squinting, and waited for my eyes to adjust.There was a quiet sound, a dull rustle of clothing.Dammit.I reached a hand into my duster, wrapping my fingers around my blasting rod, and Listened.I could hear the sound of breathing in the room, from multiple sources in a variety of directions.There was a scuffling sound, shoes on the concrete floor."I'm not a cop," I said into the darkness.I had the feeling that might be important for them to know."My name is Harry Dresden.I just want to speak to the Streetwolves."The room dropped into dead silence.No moving.No breathing.Nothing.I waited, tense and ready to run."Take your hand out of your jacket," a male voice said."And keep your hands where I can see them.We've heard of your kind, wizard.We've heard of you.You're with the cops.""You're late on the gossip," I said wryly."I'm playing doubles with Johnny Marcone now.Didn't you know?"There was a snort from the dark."Like hell.That's just Marcone's story.We know the real deal with you, wizard."Christ.I wished the police were as savvy as these ne'er-do-wells."I've heard a few things about you all, too," I said."Not much of it is too friendly.Some of it might even be considered a little weird."There was a rough laugh."What do you think they say about you, Dresden? Get your hands where I can see them.Now." There was the click-clack of a pump shotgun's action.I swallowed and took my hand slowly off my blasting rod, then held both of my hands innocuously out in front of me, palms up.I willed strength through my shield bracelet as I did, drawing its protective energies about me."All right," I said."Come up where I can see you.""You don't give the orders here," the male voice snarled."I do."I pressed my lips together and drew in a breath through my nose."I just want to talk to you.""About what?" said the voice.I tried to come up with something, something believable—but I'm not much of a liar.So I told them the truth."Some dead people last month.More dead last night."The voice didn't answer me for a moment.I licked my lips and kept going."There were fake wolf tracks around the murder scenes.And the feds think someone used a weapon lined with wolf teeth to tear the victims up.You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"There was a flurry of mutters around the room, low voices in hushed tones all around me.A dozen, maybe.More.I got a sudden, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.If these people were the murderers, if they were responsible for last month's deaths, I was in big trouble.And if they were real werewolves, if they could shapeshift and come after me before I could clear out of there, I was as good as dead, shield bracelet or no.I choked down a surge of panic and forced myself not to turn and run for the door."Kill him," someone said from the darkness, off to my left, a female voice with a deep, growling tone to it.There was an answering chorus of mewling sounds from the dark around me, repetitions of "Kill him, kill him, kill him."My eyes were starting to adjust to the lack of light.I could see them now, the shapes of people restlessly pacing.Their eyes glowed like dogs'eyes in the glare of headlights.Both men and women moved around me, though I couldn't tell their ages.There were blankets and pillows made into pallets on the floor, thrown aside while their occupants had risen.The female voice I had heard continued to chant, "Kill him, kill him, kill him,"while the others followed her lead.The air grew tight and heavy with a kind of energy I had never sensed before, a power that was gaining momentum as they chanted, a feral, raging current.Directly in front of me, not fifteen feet away, stood the large shape of a man holding a shotgun."Stop it," he snarled, turning his head toward the others in the room.I could see his body responding as the energy grew, growing tenser, more ready."Fight it.Hold it in, dammit.You can't let it loose here.There will be cops all over us."When his head turned, I darted toward the doorway.I kept my left palm up and turned out toward the leader, the one with the shotgun, and held on to my shield as hard as I could.My motion triggered a frenzied howl from the others in the room and they came surging toward me like a dozen creatures with one controlling mind.The shotgun roared and threw a flash of white light over the room, showing me a frieze of half-dressed or naked men and women hurtling toward me, their faces twisted with grimaces of berserk anger.The force of the blast slammed into my shield.It wasn't quite enough to shatter the protective field, but it made my bracelet grow warm and shoved my opposite shoulder hard against the wall.I stumbled, thrown off balance.One of the men, a heavy-set fellow with his shoulders covered in tattoos, got between me and the door
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