Page 31 of Wild Wolf

So much for not opening old wounds.

Dalton tried to laugh it off.

His wife, Lauren, wasn't so amused.

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Lauren basically told us to go screw ourselves. She wasn’t willing to answer any questions without a lawyer.

We left the Platinum Dunes and headed back to Diver Down to grab lunch. Teagan greeted us at the bar with an infectious smile. “Afternoon, gentlemen. Making any progress?”

“Not really,” JD said.

Teagan frowned. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” After a pause, she said, “You don’t really buy into this werewolf thing?”

I shook my head.

"Paris keeps interviewing all these people who claim to have seen a wolf-like creature, capable of walking upright, with large claws and sharp fangs."

"It's Halloween. People are dressed up in costumes running around.”

"Still, it's kinda creepy. What if there is still something loose from the zoo?”

"I think everything's been accounted for by this point in time."

JD and I perused the menus, then placed our orders. He went with the bacon cheeseburger, and I went with the steak fajitas.

Teagan sent our order to the kitchen, and we chatted for a bit.

"You get any vibes about this whole thing?" JD asked.

Teagan shot him a look. Her supposed psychic powers came and went, and she didn't like to use them anyway. She smiled and said, "I'm a blank slate.”

That was the end of that discussion.

Harlan sat at the end of the bar, nursing a longneck.

A weather alert flashed on the screen behind the bar. “Hurricane Tilda is now a category 4. Current projections have the storm missing the island, moving south of Cuba. We’ll be watching for any last-minute turns. It could still veer north. Either way, we do expect a lot of rain. Officials have not yet recommended evacuation. Stay tuned for hurricane updates. We’ve got you covered.”

“Thanks, Jessica,” the anchor said when the camera cut back to him.

“Think we’re going to get hit?” JD asked.

I shrugged. “If it starts heading this way, we’ll need to move the boat.”

We still had a little time, but the storm was moving fast.

After we ate, we headed to the Trident Tower to pay Blair a visit. JD was eager to see her in the flesh.

The Trident was another luxury high-rise with a private marina, workout room, 24-hour valet, concierge, and all the amenities.

Jack pulled under the carport, and the valet hustled to get his door. He slipped a few bills into the kid’s pocket and told him to keep it up front.

We hopped out, and I flashed my badge at the glass double doors. The concierge buzzed us in and welcomed us with a warm smile. "Afternoon, gentlemen. What can I do for you today?"

"Looking for Blair Bishop," I said.

"I think she's in the building. Would you like me to buzz her unit?"