I followed her lead. When the two excused themselves a few hours later, apologetically claiming they had to handle some work out of town, I told them I’d stay in Vegas for another few days before going back to Los Angeles. Neither of the Fenerec were happy about it, but I didn’t care. I needed to guard Amber’s back. Richard left us with a debit card, gave us the pin, and ordered us to make use of it. When they were out of sight, I closed the door and turned to Amber. “You want to help me with the killer,” she said. “Yes.” “But you won the bet.” “I can’t let my hired bodyguard get herself killed while hunting a nasty serial killer.” “What about the plague?” “I’m still trying to figure that out,” I admitted. “The tricks I know aren’t enough to find the Winter Wolf.
