MY JAW CRACKED from a yawn as I glanced at the clock on the dash. It was almost ten, and I’d spend the last six hours staking out a bodega that was having trouble with a troll thug. This would be the one night he’d decided to go somewhere else for a change, and I was headed home empty-handed.
I stopped at a traffic light, barely taking notice of the people in the crosswalk as I made a mental list of what I had to do tomorrow. My days were so full now the only way I could get everything done was to plan ahead. Even then, I was usually busy late into the night.
The last two weeks had been a blur of hunting and training, with w****y visits to my parents to break up the long hours. Some of the other hunters, including Bruce and Trey, had abandoned the ke’tain search and had gone back to taki
