First Kill

Rowan

Adrian sat in the passenger seat, his laptop balanced on his thighs, fingers flying across the keyboard. The glow from the screen illuminated his face in the dim light of the car. He muttered under his breath, something about an error code, before exhaling sharply and adjusting his settings.

"System's still searching for facial resemblance," he said, more to himself than to me. "We should be able to find out who the shooter was."

"Shit! My life has been from one coaster to another. It's like I can't get a rest."

"Yeah, sorry about that. That's what happens when you are in this life. It only ends when you are six feet under."

"Fuck!" 

Then, without looking up, he added, "So, how did the whole rogue Alpha thing come about?"

I chuckled dryly, keeping my eyes on the road. "Trust me, you don't want to know."

"We've got time," he pointed out.