Damn it. He was never going to survive it if Anderson dumped him, and he fucking hated his job and his fucking brother right then for forcing him to backburner his own goddamn life. Check in on my brother, then come see me.
He texted the address and shoved the phone back in his pocket as both the rangers returned to the counter.
"Here's his address, and all the camps you requested. We can go with you. We know the area and can get to all of them faster"
"And normally I would accept your help happily," Lynn replied, "but to date, Wynn is responsible for at least thirty murders, and most of those victims he ate. He's probably already eaten several of your campers, and he has no qualms about killing anyone who gets in his way. Unless you can say with absolute certainty that you can best a dragon-kraken psycho killer, stay here."
"With all due respect, agent, can you beat him?" the woman asked.