James
“Alright Samson,” I said over the phone. “Give me all the updates, not just on my case, but what’s going on with Jack’s parents?”
“You know I can’t mention anything about that,” he chuckled. “Besides, he hasn’t let me know what he wants to do about it. We’re still searching for Danny though.”
“Okay, then what about my shooter?” I asked. “Any leads there? What’d you find out from the doctor?”
“Other than the fact that he’s an arrogant, shifter-hating asshole?” he said. “He’s hiding something I think. He looked nervous as hell during his interview. He was sweating bullets the whole time; his shirt was soaked by the time he left.”
“Did he give anything away?” I asked.
“He just kept threatening us with lawyers and making border line insults,” he said. “He lawyered u
