Page 15 of Wolfish
“Thanks!”
“I called to see if you could show me where you found the skeleton so I can take pictures of the spot.”
“Oh, sure.”
“Where can I pick you up?” Brett asked.
“At the shop.”
“Is this a convenient time?”
“It is.” It wasn’t close to the second cemetery, so they should be fine as far as not running into the black Mazda.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
They ended the call. She put out some more clothes on the racks, and then Brett pulled up outside the shop. She grabbed her jacket, locked the door, and joined him in his SUV.
They drove to the Southside Cemetery and, upon arrival, left the SUV. She had every intention of checking out the area where she had heard the sound coming from the woods the last time to see if she could smell if someone had been there—human or wolf. But first, she needed to show Brett the place where she had found the skeleton.
“The skeleton was sitting right here where rain had washed away the soil covering him. As you can see, rainwater runs over here between the gravestones. Eventually, it could erode more skeletons from the ground.”
“We can have some men divert the water.” Brett was snapping photos.
“That sounds good. I need to check out a place over here for a moment.”
“Another find?” Brett asked.
She hated mentioning it. “I thought someone was watching me the last time I was here. But I could have been mistaken.” She still felt spooked about it, like he would still be there.
They checked out the area, and her heart pounded as she smelled that a human had been there recently. “Unless I’m mistaken, that was the noise I heard. A human walking on the sticks and fallen leaves here.”
“Watching you.”
“Yeah.” Just like what had happened to her before. “Have you gotten everything you need?”
“I have. Do you want me to return you to your shop or the hotel?”
“The shop, thanks.”
Once Brett dropped her off, she got a call from Daniel. “Did you get the hit-and-run guy?”
“No, but I heard someone was stalking you.”
Brett must have texted Daniel about it. “Or he just happened to be hiking and came across me and was curious as to what I was doing in the graveyard. Still, he didn’t say anything to me, and it creeped me out.”
“I don’t blame you—being in a cemetery, being watched by someone unknown. When you go to the graveyard the next time, whichever one it is, let me go with you.”
“You’ll be my firepower.”
“You better believe it.”
She couldn’t believe how fast the news traveled in the pack.
“Are you free?” Daniel asked.
“Yeah, sure.”
“I want you to take me to the location where you smelled the man.”
