Chapter 8
The dawn meeting with Chief Greenbriar took the wind out of my sails so thoroughly that I slumped atop my suitcase for ten solid minutes before remembering I had places to go and people to see. But first, I pulled out my phone and paged back through missed calls. Dad, Dad, Dad, Mom, Dad, a cousin, an aunt, an uncle, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad.
At least I wouldn’t have to flounder around trying to decide who should be contacted first. The frequency of Wolfie’s calls suggested he was a hair’s breadth away from worried-parent meltdown. Time to pull out the big guns and remove my father figure from the hunt.
To that end, I spent another minute unzipping my suitcase and rifling through my possessions in search of the small plastic container that held my own personal party favor. And when I
