Clayton
It takes half an hour to drive to work from Midnight Moon. I rush upstairs to get to the office I share with my partner. Eric is sitting at his desk and eyes me as I walk in.
“Where did you get that suit?” He asks with a snort.
I sit behind my desk and open the lower drawer to pull out my backup badge and gun. “My girlfriend loaned it to me. I just wore some sweats to her place last night, and they needed to be cleaned,” I explain as I attach the gun holster to my belt. The suit is a bit loose on me. I assume Frankie’s brother was bigger than me. All of those male werewolves are bigger than me.
“Your girlfriend just had an expensive men’s suit lying around?” Eric laughs.
“It belonged to her brother,” I respond.
“And her brother doesn’t mind?” Eric asks.
“He’s dead, so I’m g
