Chapter Nine

CHAPTER NINE

She saw The Wolf twice more, each time eyeing the victim that she herself had chosen.

She knew it was him. Deep down in that primal part of her guts, she knew. The way he breathed, the way his teeth flashed, it all pointed him out to her.

“Officer.”

She stood in the police station, feeling like a criminal herself. Her bag was thrown over one shoulder. In it, she had something very, very important.

“This is him,” she said, and pulled out the phone. She thumbed through until she saw his long face, his devilish eyes. “This is The Wolf.”

Will the Officer eyed the picture carefully, committing it to memory. He pushed a few buttons and things zinged and zipped and flew through the etherverse until The Wolf and the various features that made up his face were contained neatly in nice little criminal files.

“He didn’t see you take it?”

“No. I was careful. Do you recognize him?”

“I don’t. But that doesn’t mean anything.”

He slipped the phone into his desk. Marie fidgeted.