Chapter 24
Human feet couldn’t make the journey up the stairs as quickly as wolf feet had fled down them. So I caught dribs and drabs of shouted conversation as I ran.
“Get your hands off her!” That was Slim, broadcasting his voice so loudly he was likely to wake the neighbors.
Mr. Smythewhite’s answer was quieter and imbued with amusement. “Now, see here. Your daughter’s an adult and can make her own decisions....”
“That’s not my father!” The terror in the young woman’s voice had been replaced by exasperation. “Do I look like I share even one chromosome with this vagrant?”
Okay. So nobody was dying. This was a farce, not a murder. Slim would likely extricate himself soon.
I slowed from a sprint to a jog, pausing when my foot hit something hard in the middle of the floor. The palm-si
