“They don’t know that,” Maya reasoned. The more she thought about her plan, the more she believed it might work. “We arrived late. No one could see into the vehicle. We might have had a jaguar sleeping in there. Kat could have left you last night. If anyone asks, we just tell them a story. Late last night, her brother came to pick her up, and we’re off to meet them somewhere else, if it’s any of their business. If we do tell them where we’re going, we’ll give them a false heading.
“But with a jaguar walking with us to the car, I suspect no one will want to get near us to even ask any questions. They’ll make up their own stories about what happened.”
“More jaguar god stories.”
Maya snorted. “Jaguar goddess. Kat’s the one who’s shifted, after all.”
Kat rubbed at Maya’s hand to get her attention. Maya laughed. “I think we’re all in agreement. Right, Kat?”
Kat nodded, then lay down on the floor.
“An hour,” Connor said. “I sure hope she doesn’t shift right when we’re trying to get her into the car.”
For an hour, Maya and Kat rested on the bed while Connor watched out the window. Maya had offered three times to be the lookout, but her brother was too wired.
Kat didn’t seem to be turning back into her human form anytime soon. They had plenty of time to arrive in Bogotá, hours before their midnight flight to Houston. Which meant Kat had hours before she had to shift. The plan could work. And if she stayed as a cat for longer, maybe she wouldn’t have the urge to shift on the five-hour flight home.
Kat’s stomach rumbled. Maya patted her head. “I’m hungry, too. As soon as we can, we’ll get some breakfast.”
“Police are back,” Connor said, but his tone of voice was warning. “Hell, they’re looking this way.”
Kat jumped off the bed.
Maya climbed off with her and rubbed her hand between Kat’s ears.
“One’s headed this way,” Connor said.
Kat remained frozen next to the bed like a beautiful jaguar statue.
“What will we do, Connor?” Maya asked, her voice rushed.
“Kat, hide in the bathroom. If we have to, Maya, you can run the shower for her and pretend she’s washing up.”
“All right.”
“But don’t turn on the water unless the policeman acts as though he’s coming inside the place.”
“All right.”
When Maya led the way, Kat balked about going to the bathroom. Maya wondered if it was because Kat was getting ready to shift like she had done before when she had stood in front of the steps to their hut, then suddenly shifted into her human form.
“If you’re going to shift, we really need for you to go into the bathroom first,” Maya said, half pleading.
Connor studied her. “Kat?”
She moved toward him.
“Are you all right?” He crossed the floor to her and crouched, giving her a warm embrace. She licked his cheek and looked back at the door. “You don’t want to meet with the policeman, do you?” he asked incredulously.
Her sage-green eyes looked at him.
“I’m not sure this is the best thing to—” Pounding on the door made him stop speaking midsentence.
Maya motioned to Kat and urgently whispered, “Come.”
But she swore Kat smiled at her, then nudged Connor’s hand and leg, and walked to the door.
“All right,” Connor said. “I’m not sure this will work, but here goes.”
Maya held her breath. Should she shift also?
Kat took a deep breath and stood behind Connor as he opened the door. She liked Maya’s idea of leaving while Kat was a cat. She didn’t think she was going to change back to her human self anytime soon, and she was starving. They might as well get on their way, throw the bad guys off the track, and pick out a new place to stay in Bogotá in a few hours.
She was feeling more confident of her jaguar status. Not that she felt she had any control over it. But she felt strong and invincible. Lots more unbeatable than when she was in her human form without a gun. She did know some martial arts, but against men armed with automatic rifles, she wouldn’t stand a chance.
The policeman stood on the porch while Connor remained in the doorway, blocking the policeman’s view of her. Annoying her.
“A couple of men were looking this morning for a woman who fits the description of your wife. May I speak with her?” the policeman asked, his tone neutral, his spicy cologne wafting through the door.
She could smell a second man behind him.
Kat nudged at Connor’s leg to get him to move so she could meet the nice policemen. Connor refused to budge—protective of her and Maya as usual. She was about ready to poke her nose between his legs, like a pet Labrador retriever used to do to her to get her attention some years ago.
She growled low and would roar next if Connor didn’t move. She wanted to play! She thought she heard Maya softly chuckle from the direction of the bathroom.
“She left late last night,” Connor said. “Her brother picked her up and took her to Santa Marta and the beaches up there. We’re headed that way ourselves as soon as we pack our bags.”
Good. Connor was giving them a location opposite of where they were bound.
The policeman said, “I understand you are newlyweds.” Which said it all. Why would Kat’s brother come to pick her up and drive her hours away when she and Connor were newly married? “Can I have a look around?”
Again, Kat nudged Connor’s leg with her head. She would nip him in the butt next if he didn’t move.
“Sure, officer,” Connor said and stepped out of the way.
The policeman and his buddy took a step toward the entrance, then abruptly stopped, eyes wide, mouths agape, the smell of fear cloaking them as their gazes riveted on the jaguar standing before them.
“She won’t bite,” Connor quickly assured them. “Just go on in and check around the place. My sister dropped by because we were getting ready to leave.”
“Just got your shampoo,” Maya said cheerfully, bringing out his shaving kit. “He always forgets it on trips, and we’re always having to stop to get him a new bottle.” She smiled brightly at the policemen, but they were still staring at Kat.
Kat imagined it would take a hell of a lot of incentive for them to look away from her, like someone began shooting at them or a bomb went off in a building down the street. For now, they didn’t know what to do—back up, quickly say their good-byes, or try to slip by her and be manly men and check out the place like they had said they wanted to do.
“You don’t mind if I get the cat in the vehicle, do you?” Connor asked.
Both policemen quickly moved out of the way, shaking their heads.
No. They didn’t mind. Now, if only the bad guys would have that much respect for her. She glanced around the street where small crowds of two or three villagers stood watching the cottage. The Americans had provided plenty of entertainment when Gonzales’s men had shown up and now with the policemen’s interrogation of Connor. But as soon as Connor walked out of the cottage with Kat, all the chatter instantly died. All eyes grew as wide as tortillas, and every mouth hung agape.
No one ran off screaming into their homes like she halfway expected them to. They stood still like a bunch of statues. Maybe they knew cats liked to chase moving objects.
Connor hurried to the car and opened the back door for Kat. But she didn’t hurry to follow him. She wanted the policemen to know that if they tried to detain Connor or Maya, she would be there for them. And if Gonzales’s men suddenly appeared, that they would have to take her on.