Fool Moon by Jim Butcher

stupid to keep going forward, but I was angry, furious enough to bumble my way through the back room of the department store, until I saw the dark blue outline of an open doorway. I headed for it, tripping over a few more things along the way that I couldn’t quite make out in the werelight of my amulet, angrily kicking a few things from the path of my feet, until I emerged into an alley behind the old building, breathing open air, able to see again in dim shapes and colors.
    Something hit me heavily from behind, driving me to the ground, gravel digging into my ribs through my shirt. My concentration vanished, and with it the light of my amulet. I felt something hard and metallic shoved against the back of my skull, a knee pressed into the small of my back, and a woman’s voice snarled, “Drop the gun, or I blow your head off.”

Chapter Six
    C all me crazy, but I’m not big on defiance when I’ve got a gun rammed against my skull. I carefully set the .38 in my left hand down and moved my fingers away from it.
    “Hands behind your back. Do it,” snarled the woman. I did it. I felt the cold metal of the handcuffs around my wrists, heard the ratcheting sound of the cuffs closing around them. The knee lifted off of my back, and my attacker shoved me over with one leg, snapped on a flashlight, and shone it in my eyes.
    “Harry?” she said.
    I blinked and squinted against the light. I recognized the voice now. “Hi, Murphy. This is going to be one of those conversations, isn’t it?”
    “You jerk,” Murphy said, her voice harsh. She was still only a shadow behind the flashlight, but I recognized the contours now. “You found a lead and followed it, and you didn’t contact me.”
    “Those who live in glass houses, Lieutenant,” I said, and sat up, my hands still held tightly behind my back. “There wasn’t time. It was hot and I couldn’t afford to wait or I might have lost it.”
    Murphy grunted. “How did you find this place?”
    “I’m a wizard,” I told her, and waggled my arms as best I could. “Magic. What else?” Murphy growled, but hunkered down behind me and unlocked the cuffs. I rubbed at my wrists after they were freed. “How about you?”
    “I’m a cop,” she said. “A car tailed us back to McAnally’s from the murder scene. I waited until it was gone and followed it back here.” She stood up again. “You were inside. Did anyone go out the front?”
    “No. I don’t think so. But I couldn’t see.”
    “Dammit,” Murphy said. She put her gun away in her coat. “They didn’t come out the back. There must be some way up to the roof.” She stood up and peered around at the closely packed buildings, shining her flashlight around the roof’s edge. “They’re long gone by now.”
    “Win some, lose some.” I got to my feet.
    “Like hell,” she said and turned and started into the building.
    I hurried to catch up with her. “Where are you going?”
    “Inside. To look for stairs, a ladder, whatever.”
    “You can’t follow them,” I said, falling into step beside her as she went into the darkened building. “You can’t take them on, not with just you and me.”
    “Them?” Murphy said. “I only saw one.” She stopped and looked at me, and I explained to her in terse terms what had happened since we parted in the parking lot. Murphy listened, the lines at the corners of her blue eyes serious.
    “What do you think happened?” she asked when I was finished.
    “We found werewolves,” I said. “The woman, the dark one with the grey in her hair, was their leader.”
    “Group killers?” Murphy said.
    “Pack,” I corrected her. “But I’m not so sure that they were the killers. They didn’t seem . . . I don’t know. Cold enough. Mean enough.”
    Murphy shook her head and turned to walk outside. “Can you give me a good description?”
    I kept up with her. “Good enough, I guess. But what do you want it for?”
    “I’m going to put out an APB for the woman we saw,