"The dark four-door sedan at the end of the block."
Ian turned then sucked in a slow breath. "I'll need to check the surveillance video to be sure, but yeah, I think it's been there a while."
"I count two heads."
"I agree."
"Okay, so do we sit and watch or apprehend and claw?"
"We tell Hank."
I rolled my eyes.
"Hank and the others are better trained at apprehension and interrogation, and you know that."
Yeah, maybe I did.
I still didn't like it.
I started walking with Ian again, heading to his house. I know we were going for the casual thing so whoever was in the car wouldn't know we were on to them. It just wasn't easy when I felt as if I had bugs crawling all over my skin.
"You know this whole thing would work a lot better if we could talk to Hank and the others the way we do with each other."
"Oh, don't I know it. I love being able to talk to you guys when I'm furry, but it would be so much easier if we could talk to the others, too."
I snickered. "I know, right?"
It sucked.
"Maybe Santos knows of how we can fix that."
I groaned.
Granted, I did learn a lot when I listened to the jungle shaman, but I hated the whole "you were created to save the world" speech the guy gave every time he started talking. I know we had a responsibility to protect the world. I just wasn't quite sure what we were protecting it from.
There would always be people in the world like Robert Atkins, Max Crammer, and Leonard Lake. That was a given. And even if we put one of them behind bars, another one would pop up. That was the nature of the beast.
I wasn't a pessimist or anything. I'd just seen the worst of mankind more times than I cared to admit. I tended to be distrustful of just about everyone, barring my parents and fellow members of the geek squad…and their significant others, of course.
Jack was still iffy. Not because I didn't trust him to watch my back, but because I didn't trust him not to mess with my life. I thought about the man way too much. He was very easy on the eyes in a "I want to be thrown up against the wall and be fucked and you look like you just might be able to do it" sort of way.
His take-no-prisoners attitude made me grit my teeth. I'm sure it worked well out in the world in places too violent to think about, but in my world, no one told me what to do, but me.
Maybe my mother.
When we reached the house, I shot one more quick look at the sedan down the street then hurried inside after Ian. I tried really hard not to roll my eyes when I saw Jack standing just inside the door, his arms crossed.
It didn't work.
I rolled my eyes.
Jack growled.
I liked this game.
I glanced down when I noticed Jack had changed his clothes. "Balls get too heavy?"
"What?"
