Mason could’ve answered, but he tipped his head forward in response, sure this gruff hunter saw him in the reflection of the window, and made his way out of the suffocating atmosphere of the house. That…That was a little tenser than Mason expected. But maybe he shouldn’t have been expecting anything.
* * * *
The thought of expectations bothered Mason all the way back to the station. All the way through the rest of his light work day as he started a case file and added the scant amount of information he had. It followed him back to the little apartment he’d rented. The next day didn’t really bring him any relief either.
It came down to a question of presence. Jack seemed to be the lone wolf type, one whose territory was inviolate to everyone else. The folks around town might even have an
