Guardian Wolf. Linda Johnston O.

Kristine grumbled. “And then I can get arrested for being the thief.”

      “You’re too good for that.” Grace gave Kristine a joking punch on the arm. “Besides, you brought Tilly’s leash and collar, didn’t you?” She looked at the large backpack that Kristine wore over her camo-colored T-shirt and khaki shorts. Except for the backpack, the outfit matched Grace’s.

      “Of course.”

      “Then if I’m seen, you’ll—”

      “Tell everyone that your dog escaped from your quarters and I’m looking for her, which is why I’m carrying the leash—to hook her up when I find her. As long as she remembers her manners and doesn’t bark inside the apartment, that works fine.”

      “She’s a great dog.” But Grace didn’t need to remind Kristine of that. They’d both worked with Tilly and with Kristine’s dog, Bailey, knew they were well trained. “Okay, it’s time now. I have to act fast to get access to any remaining scents or other clues before they disappear—or are hauled off as evidence.”

      “Yes, ma’am.” Kristine gave a joking salute.

      When they’d found the guards unconscious and the biohazards missing, Grace had immediately directed Kristine to call the security assigned to the hospital and tell them to send EMTs. The men’s lives could be at stake.

      Then they had contacted Ruby Belmont to let her know what had happened. “Is Autumn still shifted?” Grace had asked, standing outside the room containing the unconscious men. “Do you know if she saw anything?” But Autumn hadn’t yet returned.