Murder, Werewolves, and Ghosts

insane.”

  Regan said, “It’s become very interesting, but it will have to stay that way because the chief says we can’t spend any more time on it. It has to be shelved for the time being.”

  Two months later Maryann said to Regan, “This may sound crazy, . . .but, you remember the Green case?”

  “How could I ever forget it?”

  “Well, there have been complaints about animals being torn apart in the same neighborhood. The concern is that a rabid animal might be doing it.”

  “You mean a dog, or coyote, or bear, . . .or, wolf? Coyotes have been seen on the outskirts of town, and there are bears and wolves in the mountains. One could be ranging into town. Have you spoken to Skolski about this?”

  Maryann said, “Yes, I have.”

  “And, . . .?”

  She pursed her lips and looked skyward, and replied, “He said we’d have to wait and watch.”

  Regan said, slightly nodding, “On the next full moon?”

  “Yes,” Maryann said, “that’s what he said, and made out as though he was cutting his throat.”

  “It’s not a laughing matter,” Regan said, pushing abruptly back in his chair.

  “No it’s not. It’s horrific.”

  “But there’s one good thing.”

  “You mean we’ll only have to keep tabs on them on full moons? . . . but what then?” she asked, wondering if her and Skolski would have their guns loaded with silver bullets, or carrying stakes and mallets.