Chapter 18
Despite my relatively benign conversation with Ransom, I was no more confident that werewolves would leave me alone when I emerged from the restaurant than I had been going into it. Sure enough, the air when I stepped out onto the sidewalk was redolent with fur, and I found my feet moving faster than I’d intended as I scurried back toward my car.
Inside, I flicked the locks, turned the key in the ignition...then noticed that the engine-temperature gauge wasn’t as cold as I’d expected after a prolonged resting period. Biting my lip, I considered popping the hood and checking coolant levels. But I couldn’t afford for Ransom to see inside the trunk if I went rooting around for the requisite tools....
Meanwhile, during those few seconds I pondered car repair, a mob of werewolves
