At least, that’s the goal.
“Anything in there?” He asks. I rifle through her things.
“Lip gloss. Lipstick. Lip balm. Lip moisturizer.”
“Okay, so she cares about her lips. What else is in there?”
“A couple of snacks. Oh, and a wallet.”
I reach for it, pulling out. Then I open the wallet, and I’m surprised by what I see there. Gaston instantly notices me tensing.
“What is it?”
“Fuck.”
I pull out her cards and ID. No wonder we couldn’t find her.
“Her name isn’t Heather Smith,” I say, surprised.
“What? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Guess what’s why we had such a hard time finding her,” I grumble. It took us weeks to locate the girl, and the only reason we were finally able to was because she announced her first public appearance: a book signing this weekend. If she hadn’t come to this, we never would have been able to find her at all.
“What’s her name?”
“Heather Miracle.”
“Seriously?” Gaston chuckles. “What a weird name.”
“I guess that’s why she goes by a pen name, although I’m not sure why she’d choose something so...”
“Plain?”
“Pretty much.”
“Maybe she wants to blend in a little easier.”
“Perhaps.”
I keep going through her stuff. Sure enough, the name Heather Miracle appears on all of her credit cards, as well as her ID. More importantly, the ID card lists an address, and it’s on our way.
“We’ll want to stop by her house,” I say.
“To tie up loose ends,” Gaston nods.
“Well, we aren’t going to kill her roommates,” I point out.
“She doesn’t have any,” he says.
“What? How do you know? We only just learned her address a few minutes ago.”
“Lily’s a fan,” he chuckles.
“Your mate is a Heather Smith fan?”
“Oh yeah,” Gaston shakes his head. “She’s read all of her books. Her favorite is the one where the feisty werewolf falls in love with an unsuspecting human and the two of them go off on an adventure to save the werewolf’s father.”
“That’s literally the plot of all of her books,” I grumble.