Clayton
I sauntered back to the office after Frankie left. I flop in my chair and sigh.
“Aww, you miss your girlfriend already?” Eric mocks me.
I roll my eyes at him.
“You just met the girl barely a week ago, and you are that into her,” Eric snorts.
“It’s hard to explain, Eric,” I mumble. “There is something about her.”
“Right,” Eric shakes his head. “I just hope you don’t get yourself hurt again.” He looks at his computer.
We got down to work and interviewed some more people related to Floyd Evans, and they all seemed to know my connection to the werewolf world already. Eric is becoming suspicious about things.
“Why do they all seem to know who you are?” He asks on our way back to the office.
“I think it’s because of Frankie. Her Dad knew Senator Evans and whatnot. Their pa-“
