Chapter 11
The van was ship-shape and ordinary by the time I showed back up in human form the next morning. My papers were right were I’d left them. Patricia seemed confused by my questions when I sidetracked her away from her ever-present clipboard.
“Your boyfriend? Yeah, he came by with some friends yesterday a bit after you did.”
“And you locked up the van afterwards?”
She appeared wounded by my question. “Of course I did.”
So...maybe those fuzzy memories had been the werewolf equivalent of a wet dream? I dropped by my office to pick up a couple of items I’d forgotten, then came back out to find Patricia standing halfway up the steps heading off a mob.
“...I’ll die if I don’t get chosen!”
“Statistically, our chances....”
“I packed everything just in case.”
Okay, not a mob. The
