Chapter 11-2

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THIS TIME AROUND, I was more careful as I filled a cup with steaming liquid. And Sebastien followed my lead, retreating to surface pleasantries as I finished up my work. “The Uber thing is just a side gig,” my customer said, returning to my original question at long last. And as he spoke, he pulled out a credit card and a rectangle of card stock to exchange for his cup of joe. “Sebastien Carter, Professor of Psychology,” the business card read, along with a phone number and email address. Huh. Now that was interesting. What college professor willingly chose to spend his evenings shuttling random strangers from point A to point B? And what perspicacious werewolf would have missed the fact that her driver’s sports car was far too fancy to be used for ten-dollar taxi fares? Kicking my ail

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