Chapter 17

“That’s twice they have,” Adam pointed out. “You might want to figure out why.”

“No shit.” Ky paced the office. “If they got their hands on something of his from the Williamses. Something with his scent.”

“You may have hit the nail on the head, but if so, why did it take them so long to track him down?”

“I suspect he took a bus to get here, right after he left home, eradicating any scent markers. They…Yeah. They expected he’d be living on the streets so that’s where they started looking. When he was attacked the first time, down by Cherry Creek, it was by punks, not them, thankfully. That gave me the chance to befriend him. After that, he played keep-away from downtown. Marsham’s men must have widened the parameters, checking every shelter and drop-in spot. Sooner or later they hit on the right one—here.”

“And knew you were here, too. That would have made them think twice,” Adam said. “That and the fact you’re not the only shifter hanging around, even if I’m not a Bullmastiff.”