Alpha Dalton
The lesser people knowing about it, the lesser we’d worry about someone deceiving us and leaking whatever information we got about the Moon Howlers to them.
The other man was older, probably in his mid-forties, with slightly gray hair and a tan. Wearing white pants and a collared shirt with a polo player on the breast, he appeared ready to sip a martini at the ninth hole.
“Dad, I still can’t believe you decided to just stop by,” Cassandra said, sounding shocked.
I sighed, not truly surprised that the man who screamed rich had turned out to be her father.
Standing beside him, was a woman whom I instantly recognized as Cassandra’s mother. Cassandra had taken after her mother the most. The same
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