“Is there anything else you found?” I looked at Amanda to which she took out her tablet.
Swiping she gives me an old image of a local brothel from some foreign country, there was an elder big woman in a fishnet shirt with a tub holding her massive chest. She reminded me of that woman who got out of the passenger seat, but then again this can’t be her unless she got on a Jenny Craig diet but damn not even that could be a f*****g reality.
No werewolf is out of shape no matter their age, our kind is in shape constantly till the day they die, so she automatically is out of that list, and if she was important in title I would have known, but I have never met her, and yet looking around her I’m met with a small petit blonde girl who wasn’t smiling in the image, no one but that big woman had a
