Nausea coiled in my stomach, and my eyes burned with tears.

The skin-walker had seemed normal. Granted, I'd been distracted, but my theory of being able to tell exactly who I was talking to had crumbled before my eyes. Unless I was wrong, and that had been the real Mrs. Tentorville I'd been speaking to.

I waved down a raven swooping overhead, and once it landed at my feet, I rolled one of the job advertisements up and stuck it in his open beak. "Deliver that to Mrs. ...