Karl
It’s almost midnight when I put my car in park in the dimly lit alleyway, and I can’t believe I’m here right now.
“Abby will see how much you care once you get these for her,” my wolf says, satisfied.
“Yeah,” I answer out loud as I cautiously get out of the car. “We’ll see about that.”
Two days ago, I finally found a lead on those truffles for Abby. I found the dealer through a sketchy website, but he seemed legitimate enough. I just hope that it goes well, and like my wolf said, that Abby sees how much I care after this.
My eyes dart around, taking in the cracked asphalt and graffiti-covered walls. The shady location couldn’t be further from what I expected when it comes to cooking ingredients, but desperate times call for desperate measures, I guess.
“You Karl?” A raspy voi
