I heard or, more like, sensed Wolf’s presence outside the door just as I was getting ready to head back to bed.
“Starks just threw Sam in the trunk of his car,” Wolf said as he stepped into the room. I raised my brow in contemplation, not sure that was the best idea.
“Don’t worry.” Wolf piped in as if reading my mind.
“He put his official tags on the car and his shield on the windshield. No one is going to stop him unless they’re a rube.”
I had a pretty good idea where he was going and thought about following, but that would mean being gone for at least a couple days. Besides, I doubt he’d appreciate the company on this one.
“Well, I guess we can close that chapter.” I stretched to get the kinks out and fleetingly wondered why everything in this place seemed to move at warp speed. Then I noticed how uncommonly fidgety he was. “What’s wrong with you?”