My Hockey Alpha
I didn’t like being down here either, but it was the best place for our pack’s HQ to reside.
“He’s in here,” Matt said, gesturing to a nondescript door.
“How has he been?” I asked.
Matt shrugged. “Quiet. Doesn’t respond to questioning. Maybe you’ll have better luck than me or Luke.”
Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door. The burglar, a wiry guy with eyes too shifty for comfort, was sitting on the other side of a table. His eyes met mine, a flash of recognition crossing his face, and then, as quickly as it came, it vanished.