Chapter 4
Adena clacked her beak together beside my ear, as alarmed as I was by the disarray that hadn’t been present when we’d passed through this same stretch of hallway ten minutes earlier. “Call Security,” I demanded, pulling rank on Suzy for her own benefit. The department secretary was smart and intrepid; I could just imagine her trying to take on a burglar using nothing other than her purse.
Unfortunately, Suzy’s mama-bear instincts transcended office hierarchy. And she wasn’t just armed with her purse—a can of pepper spray materialized in her hands one second before she sidestepped me and sprinted down the hall.
Well, if she was going to Nancy Drew it, then I couldn’t be tentative. I grabbed my keys and stuffed them like claws between my fisted fingers, the monster’s voice consu
