" A spy? That doesn't make any sense!" Judy said, upset. "Spy on who?"He looked at her steadily for a few seconds. "The people around her, that's who....The more important question is spy for whom. That's where I'm assuming the worst: that she's one of those traveling through time. I don't know what happened to Mrs. Flowers and her daughter, but someone was watching us closely and reacted quickly when they left the rest of us behind."I don't know any of this for a fact, Judy -- don't get me. Well, gotta go, good luck. I watched Dave leave, then picked up the bottle hed been drinking from by the neck and strolled back to my cabin. I found it surprisingly difficult to look at Julie when I was back in the bathroom, so I just placed the bottle on the floor and went to make the call to reception. It wasnt foolproof, I knew that, but if worse came to worst, Daves fingerprints on the bottle left next to Julies bath and the remains of his DNA in her vagina would go a long way towards. I could only hope that she would make the right decision for both herself and us.I didn’t hear from her for the next couple of weeks, and couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t working Wednesday nights when my guys and I shot pool. I didn’t want to draw any special attention by asking about her absence, I assumed that she simply swapped off with another one of the girls.Two weeks to the day after our talk, Stella called, said she wanted to see me.“Is it good news or bad news?” I asked.“I. " I ran arcane magic through the wolf as I spoke,looking for any signs of damage. The bear had hit her pretty hard, and itseemed she had a bruise beneath her ribs, but that was about all. I wastempted to use holy magic on her, now that I'd finally learned a spell,but as much as I wanted to shift to animal trials I couldn't bring myselfto use my rescuer as a guinea pig. I decided to stick with the healingI'd used so far, instead.A few seconds of concentrated effort was all it took to restore the.