I trotted up the sidewalk beside a fluffy snowy white male shifter with thick long fur and round blue eyes. We headed to Michael who was leaning against his car. We sat down in front of Michael and looked up at him.

"Michael, I want you to meet…my brilliant, adorable, shifter, paramedic boyfriend, Finch." I nuzzled my muzzled under Finch's chin.

"Hey, it's great to meet you, man." Finch said. "Dawnna tells me you're a soil scientist."

"Yes, yes. I love my dirt." Michael chuckled. "I'm sorry I called so early. If this is a bad time—"

"You didn't wake us." I said. "We were already up." I rubbed my nose against Finch's cheek.

"Finch, would you mind excusing us for a minute? I have to talk to Dawnna about something personal. A family thing.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. No problem. I'll go order some breakfast." Finch said. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

"Mmm!" I moaned, listening to my stomach growl. He rubbed his nose against mine.

"I know you gotta be starving too. You want some pancakes, hon?"

"Mmm. Mmm!" He shifted and walked into the nearest café. I turned back to Michael. "Don't you just love him?"

"I've been hired to kill a woman." Michael said.

"You're changing the subject."

"Yes, but I'm serious. I don't know who wants her dead. I have to find out and I need your help." I turned and looked at Finch through the window of the café. He waved at me and I waved my tail. I turned back to Michael.

"Fine. You owe me." Michael opened the passenger door for me.

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"How do you know this guy who hired you?" I asked Michael, getting out of the car and walked across the park beside Michael, hands stuffed in my pockets.

"We worked together in the Balkans in '91, '92. It was a crazy time. He seemed somewhat sane in comparison." Michael said.

"And now he kills for a living."

"Yeah, he made some poor choices before his death. Fifteen people watched Larry walk into an oil refinery right before it blew up. Apparently, it was his way of taking early retirement." A gray car pulled up in front of the museum. "Okay, that's Ginger." A woman got out. "Larry said she splits her time…between the hospital and the museum. They're having a charity event here."

"Doesn't exactly sound like the kind of woman anyone would want dead. Who's bankrolling this?"

"Well, that's what we need to find out. Then we blackmail them, make them pay Larry to walk away. Then Ginger lives. I need to speak with Ginger alone, preferably someplace quiet." I sighed.

"Well, I can put you in the same room as her. But I'm not telling her she's been marked for death. That's your job."

"Fair enough. But then you keep watch on her afterwards."

"Are you trying to keep my away from Finch?"

"Who?" He walked away from me with a smile.

"Funny, Michael, I'll have Fiona do it. Her relationship, unlike mine, is on the rocks."

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I walked around the museum, snaking my way through the crowd, champagne in hand.

"Well, aside from a few really hideous dresses, there's not much to be scared of in here yet." I told Sam, through my Bluetooth.

"He's gotta be around there somewhere, Dawn." Sam said. "He's tall, dyes his hair. Face like a ferret." I looked over to the staircase and saw a man that matched the description.

"Where did the man in black come from?"

"Wait a minute. You've got him?"

"He's good. He came out of no where. Good looking too."

"Yeah, he's alright, I guess. But he's no Finch though."

"Who is? He's the only boyfriend I've ever had who comes with his own ambulance." I watched as Larry pulled out a spray bottle from his pocket and sprayed Ginger's fork. "Larry just sprayed Ginger's fork with something."

"Wait a minute. That's probably atropine. You might wanna tell Ginger…she's about to have a heart attack." A chiming noise sounded through the room.

"Lunchtime. Gotta go."

"Hey, Dawn, don't be a hero here, ok? You got a problem you let me know." He hung up and I took my spot next to Ginger and Fiona. I took Ginger's fork and replaced it with mine.

"Take a couple of bites. Excuse yourself to the bathroom. I'll follow, discover your body and call 911."

"Bon appétit." Fiona said. Ginger clutched the left side of her chest.

"Excuse me." Ginger said.

"You all right?" I asked. "Ginger?" I got up and followed her. She collapsed on the floor and paramedics came rushing in. I followed her outside to the ambulance and climbed into the back with Finch and Sam and some other girl were in the front. "You were fantastic." I grabbed Finch's face and kissed him.

"How can you be so relaxed?" Finch asked. "I'm serious, never again."

"Hey, Ginger." Sam called from the front. "How you doing?" Ginger sat up in the stretcher.

"Well, I'm alive." Ginger said.

"Well, that's good, right?"

"Where to, Sam?" The woman asked.

"Anywhere you want, buddy. Hang on!"