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“Sorry, no.”
I ran my hands over my chest, feeling quite bulky, and wondering what would happen if I tried to shift through this thing. Probably, it would be best to take it off if it came to that.
Jake reached for a can that looked like spray paint. “Also this.” He vigorously shook the can and proceeded to spray the heck out of me, leaving me in a cloud of stinky mist.
I batted at the air, coughing. “God, it’s poop perfume!”
He laughed. “No, it’s ScentKill.” He held the can in front of me so I could read the label. “But it does smell like shit. The stink will wear off quickly, though.”
“Ooh,” Rosalina went for the can, “they sell that?”
Jake kept the ScentKill out of range. “Stales think it smells delicious for some reason,” he said, shrugging at me, baffled. “And no, they don’t sell it in the way you’re thinking. You have to buy it from witches or mages, and it doesn’t come cheap. It kills all scents so Skews with sharp noses can’t smell you coming.”
Turning to me, he squared his shoulders and placed his hands on his narrow hips. “Now, will you tell me where the hell to find Blake?”
Chapter 30
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AFTER WE FOUND OUTthe exact location of the warehouse, we waited until nightfall. Surveillance would be easier and safer under the cover of night, Jake had said. We rode his motorcycle toward North Riverfront, an industrial area near the Mississippi River.
We parked about a mile from our destination, hiding the bike in a heavily wooded location and tracking through the undergrowth and trees in silence. We were dressed all in black, knit caps keeping our hair out of our faces. Jake carried a backpack strapped to his back. Guns and magazines were strapped to the belts around our waists. He had given me a Glock with laser sighting, filled with bullets he’d called “special.”
“Why are they special?” I’d asked.
“They have a wolfsbane core that releases on impact. It’s high-grade stuff and will render a werewolf useless. Aim for the torso though, if you hit a vital organ, it pretty much means death, even for a strong werewolf like Blake.”
“Wow, wolfsbane bullets. I’ve heard of those. Aren’t they expensive?”
“Very, so take good aim.”
Jake and I stalked forward carefully, exchanging quick glances and stopping in our tracks when we heard the slightest noise. Our senses were on high alert, even if most of the sounds we heard were animals scampering through the dry leaves.
“You heard that?” Jake asked with a frown when I stopped suddenly after hearing a small scratching sound.
“Heard what?” I pretended to adjust my Kevlar vest. “This thing is so uncomfortable.”
