"You're a long way from the docks," I say.
He jumps half out of his skin. Spins. Sees me, and his face does something complicated, fear and then a nasty little smile.
"Evan." He pockets the phone too fast. "Didn't see you there. Just having a smoke."
"No, you weren't." I don't raise my voice. I've learned that the quiet scares people more. "You were watching that house. Why."
"Free country." He tries the smile again. "Nice night for a walk."
I close the distance between us in a way that isn't quite human speed, and I watch him clock it, watch the smile fall off his face, and I get close enough that he can see whatever's in my eyes right now, because it isn't nothing, I can feel it, the cold silver thing the wolf brings up.
"Why are you watching her house," I say again.
"Orders." It
