*Benjamin*
There are no suits this time. There are no fancy hotels and no expensive dinners. It’s just Michael and me staking out the area. We had agreed to return to the apartment I leased and watch, waiting for someone to enter Elsie’s apartment. I have full authority to capture them if it’s a shifter.
“Still nothing,” Michael says from his seat at the window. It’s been a steady stream of food from a microwave and coffee for three days now, and still, there is no movement.
“It did not seem that they cared for her,” I tell him, sitting at the table, ready to switch out. “Perhaps no one has bothered to check.”
He nods. “Or a wolf came and checked and smelled you. They would recognize your scent since you’re Molly’s father.”
“It could be possible,” I agree. “Tomorrow, we end
