Julius Fleischanderl Novels & Stories

Julius raised a single eyebrow at me, leaning back in his chair as if he was waiting for a full presentation. “And when I say I might, I mean I have a hunch, but I feel like it’s better than nothing.” “Go on.” He gestured me to proceed, his eyes lit in amusement. I pulled out the image I had printed earlier and placed it in front of him. “This man, here behind the car, who is he?” I pointed at the grainy picture and watched as a frown grew on Julius’ brow. “I don’t know… he’s not a pack member.” His frown deepened. “I was there when this photo was taken, helping relocate the family. I never saw this person though…”