“Then they work together?”
“More like an agreement that Marco will jump when Grey tells him to, and Grey doesn’t wipe the man and his associates off the face of the earth.” And Seung didn’t sound happy about it.
A thought occurred to Reese. “Wait, don’t the police run tags too? And they’ll ask for registration and insurance and—” All the things stolen vehicles wouldn’t have.
“Don’t overthink it, Dr. Dante. Marco’s good at covering his tracks. I promise,” Seung said.
“That doesn’t sound very comforting.”
“Well, if the cops give us too much trouble,” Craige said, “I guess I’ll eat pork chops for dinner.”
Reese pressed himself against the back of his seat.
“You have a little blue toilet water around your ear, Craige,” Seung said.
“What? I didn’t say anything tohim.” He wiped the side of his face.
“Just keep quiet and drive.”
Craige flicked a look up in the rearview. Anger creased the corners of his eyes and cut lines across his forehead.
Reese just didn’t know who the anger was for.
They entered the highway and rode a few miles, then took a desolate exit to a narrow secondary road. Johnathan pulled over and so did Craige. Johnathan got out of the SUV.
Reese had his hand on the door release when Seung said, “Stay here.” She got out and met with Johnathan on the shoulder of the road.
He talked and she nodded. Seung moved a few feet closer to the forest, then went still.
“What’s she doing?”
“Stuff, obviously.”
“What kind of answer is—”
A silver paw with long prehensile toes extended from a patch of moonlight breaking through the clouds. Then the tip of a nose, a muzzle, long ears set high on the head, followed by an arched neck, and lean form as the rest of the Fenrir poured into reality.
The wolf stopped beside Seung and raised its head.
“I’m never going to get used to that.” Reese leaned forward in his seat.
“Trust me, it gets boring.”
The wolf darted away, vanishing again under the shadows of the tree limbs.
Reese shook a finger in Seung’s direction. “Why does it manifest where the light and shadows meet?”
“Because that’s the way things are.”
“Well, there has to be a reason. Have you noticed if the intensity is a factor? I haven’t seen it as often as you, but so far, there doesn’t seem to be one.”
Craige huffed.
“What about wavelength?” Reese said.
“Wavelength?”
“Yes, the color spectrum.”