Chapter 8

“Bad planning, Mr. Roberts, or whoever you really are,” Brax muttered under his breath. He called Caleb, asking, “What did our man look like?”

“Tall, thirtyish, dark blond hair, green eyes, well-built.”

“He’s a shifter, you said. Of course he is,” Brax replied with a small laugh. “I’m on my way over. He’ll show up on the discs from the security cameras.”

“You’re leaving?” Judd asked a moment later when Brax came into his office, his jacket slung over his shoulder.

“Yes. It is lunchtime and I’m starving.” Brax pointed to the clock.

“Want some company?”

“Umm, well…” Brax made a show of trying to come up with an excuse why he didn’t want Judd coming along.

Judd shook his head. “Whoever he is, tell him you have to be back by one.”

“Damn.” Brax grinned. “There goes my nooner.”

He left the office before Judd could come up with a fitting reply.