Later that morning, Hayden followed Dane into the police station. He glanced around the old building. He’d quickly noticed that Maine was filled with old homes turned into something else. Something else could be anything from a renovated home, a storage facility, a business, or a local government building. Catamount’s police station was housed in an old colonial building. Dane knocked quickly on a door and stepped through.
“Hank, this is Hayden Thorne, the guy from Fish & Wildlife out in Montana. Remember how I mentioned he planned to visit to chat about our investigation?”
Hank was an older man, weathered and lean, with the clear look of a shifter. He stood and came around his desk, holding his hand out.
“Hank Anderson, chief of police here in Catamount. I spoke to one of your cops out
