Mark hadn't been sure what to expect as far as the meeting with the community went but when he and Chloe arrived at the high school parking lot there was almost no place to park.
"Big turnout," she noted.
Mark grunted. "You'll have three different groups here-those who are scared out of their minds, those who are filled with avid curiosity and those who think this is the brainchild of some whackjob."
"You called Sheriff Torres with the list of places we identified as possible targets, right?"
He nodded. "However, he pointed out, that he still has a limited staff and can't cover every place and still do his job in other areas."
"He must be very frustrated."
"No kidding." He glanced over at her. "I told him we'd give him a hand."
"I'm sure he thinks we're going driving around in the truck, right?"
"Yes. Despite how long I lived here, no one ever knew I'm a shifter." He grimaced. "Not exactly something you advertise to people."