2006
"You're Special Agent Matteo Volpe?"
The "special" contract liaison to Evatech was a robust 5'7" strawberry blonde with two exceptional public-facing credentials he was not going to not stare at.
"Guilty as charged!" he enthused.
"I'm Genevieve--call me 'Gen'. first things first, I've had our labs take a look at the bite marks and they are not aligned to any known predator in the area. They suggest canine teeth--such as a coyote or wolf, but a jaw that is distinctly human."
He looked agape--"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Yeah, man, fucking ass cryptid. The truth is out there. Looks really werewolf in my humble opinion."
This was the kind of partnership Special Agent Volpe was really looking forward to. She got him. She totally was vibing on his level.
****
"So anyway, the locals are mum about what they've seen out there--which makes me think they are definitely hiding something they totally saw," Volpe explained to his temporary partner.
"Yeah, I think you have a point about the absence of evidence being some kind of evidence. There's probably some kind of conspiracy afoot to not connect the dots that are really obvious to you when you don't have all the information, I think it might be centered in local politics. I mean--have you seen the school board president running for mayor?"
"Her ads are everywhere. She is a solid citizen, and what the fuck?"
"Yeah. Make like a dentist and drill the whole hell down on those chompers. Those canines and that whole smile--what does that remind you of?"
"A human jaw and very canine teeth?"
"Yeah--based on the only evidence we've got, we can totally solve this case--more or less."
Volpe smirked--"Chalk one up for faith in the weirdness."
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But what actually happened was one of the locals cornered Genevieve.
"You smell wrong--why are you nosing around our mayoral candidate?"
The interrogator was 6'3". salt and pepper, brilliantly bearded and he smelled nice to her. "She probably is responsible for the murder we're investigating in your community, and if I get the situation correctly, you do not want people like me really figuring out what is going on here?"
"And you think that is what?"
"You have a population that is especially active in the nighttime hours and has a rash of criminal activity in the week where a full moon occurs. Most investigators would discount that--I can't."
"Are you trying to say there are...werewolves in this community?" He laughed, but not in any convincing way.
"You can identify any way you want to. I'm not judging. My issue is--how do you deal with someone among you who is not keeping the community safe and calling attention?"
"She had her reasons." And then he truly explained.
"I get it. Just get her ass advised and I'll clean up."
So she told Special Agent Volpe the vic was likely chewed post-mortem by raccoons because whatever the fuck. Obscuring the actual original crime which wasn't unexpected because--duh. Crime happens, you guys. She also indicated her relationship with Volpe was going to stand on business.
Lycans weren't really like wolves at all, but her new friend was 98 years old and didn't look a day over 45. And a clever critter could always adapt. And she never minded a little teeth.
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