Page 53 of Wild Wolf
I just shook my head in disbelief.
Paris talked to another gentleman decked out in military gear with an urban camouflage pattern, an AR-15, and night vision opticals attached to his tactical helmet. "To catch a werewolf, you have to think like a werewolf. You need to anticipate his moves and be where he might strike next. Set up an ambush. Both of these attacks have been on thebeach, so I think that's the best place to look. That's where you'll find me at the full moon.”
"Does it concern you that your activities may be considered illegal?”
"I haven't done anything illegal yet. I don’t consider it breaking the law in order to save somebody's life. I got no problem with that.”
Paris looked back to the camera. "We'll keep you updated as the story develops. Please be safe out there. I'm Paris Delaney, and you heard it from me first.”
At least she cautioned people against the idea. I’m sure the sheriff would have a fit if he saw the clip.
We were about halfway through the meal when Mendoza called again. “Carolyn dropped the kids off at a friend's house. She's at the grocery store right now.”
"Think she's going to run?"
"I would. I'll let you know where she goes next.”
"Thanks, I appreciate it.”
We stuffed our faces, and my phone buzzed again. I figured it was Mendoza again. When I pulled the device from my pocket, the screen displayed an unlikely name.
I took the call and said, "This is getting to be a regular occurrence. If I didn't know better, I'd say you missed me.”
"Keep dreaming,” Taryn said. “Unfortunately, I have another situation. I called the university police, but I thought you might want to take a look at this. It could be related to the burglary at my house.”
"What happened?"
"Somebody broke into my office.”
"Are you there now?”
"Yes.”
"We are on the way.”
"How's that for service?” Taryn said, impressed. “Should I feel privileged?”
"Possibly,” I replied with a grin.
She told me where her office was located.
I ended the call, and we hurried out of Diver Down. The wind had picked up, and the sky had grown even darker. Trees swayed, and wind gusts ripped leaves from branches.
We jogged to the Porsche, climbed in, and headed over to the university. We parked in the Founders’ Court as usual, then tried to beat the rain across campus. We weren't exactly successful. It started to drizzle by the time we made it to Greyminster Hall.
We stepped inside the gothic stone structure that was like a cathedral—a fitting home for an occult studies professor.
The stone walls had been stained with rain and years of grit and grime, giving it an old-world patina. Gargoyle water spouts loomed overhead. Lush ivy crept up the stone walls. We entered through the arched solid oak doors and hurried down the hallway, the sounds of our shoes echoing off the oak panels, bouncing around the vaulted ceiling. It smelled like wood, old books, and mystery. A central switchback staircase took us up to thethird floor, where we found Taryn in her office, cleaning up.
Drawers had been rummaged through, books ripped from the shelves, and papers littered the floor.
There was no sign of forced entry. The door didn't look jimmied. The stained-glass window was open, and a gentle breeze drifted through. It was too high up and not large enough to fit through.
Taryn scooped up papers from the floor and looked up at us with an appreciative face. "Thanks for coming.”
JD and I squatted down and helped her clean up the mess. “Do you have any idea what they were looking for?”
Taryn cringed. “I’m not really sure.”
