Nick~
Never could I have imagined that I would know the inside of a police station with the level of precision that I do now. But since Harley has been gone, these concrete walls and shatterproof windows have become my grim existence. From the yellow-walled break room to the co-ed, always-cold locker room, I've paced every inch over the past two days.
Other than raw adrenaline, the only things keeping us going are my working with the other detectives by day, and Zeke continuing the search by wolf at night. He's still big mad at me and hasn't let me forget for a millisecond how this is all my fault, and I can't argue with him for being right.
'We can't just sit here and do nothing; there's more ground we need to cover!'
'You don't think a 500-pound wolf roaming LA in broad daylight will
