Chapter 23

“Jesus Christ. That’s no wolf. That’s a guy. What the fuck?’ the first policeman, a young blond guy, yelled. “Get the fuck up. Where’d the damn wolf go? It was right there. I saw it; I swear to God.”

“What the fuck is going on?” asked the second cop, an older African American man, his voice sharp and measured. “Someone called us about a wolf running loose in the building. You two stand up. Slowly, with your hands up. And you,stay back, and shut the fuck up.” The last was directed at Eduardo who had just come charging into the Garden Center, yelling and screaming in English and Spanish. “I said: stay back.” The older cop turned and stared hard at Eduardo, who stopped yelling and stepped back, his hands up, until he bumped into a display table of fake table-sized Christmas trees, knocking several onto the floor.