Scars stared at Wolf, his mind clicking coldly, precisely into place. The finger in the box, left just outside the door, too damn close to Zoe’s office for his comfort. Someone sinister and menacing, lurking too damn close to Zoe for his comfort.
“What’d they find?” Scars demanded. “Did they see someone?”
“Yeah. A man hangin’ around the door from the parlour storage room to the parkin’ lot about two weeks ago.”
“OK. Anything else?”
“Nope. He covered his face and wore a hat, and no car in sight on the video.”
“Does the video show him dropping off the box with the finger?”
“No. It shows someone pushin’ the box over to the door, usin’ what looks like a long stick. Can’t see who’s actually holdin’ the stick, though.”
“So this is all helpful – how, exactly?”
Wolf’s gray eyes flashed. “W
