It took another twenty minutes to drive to the area where Hattie's location pinged at. I rolled down the window and took in a deep inhale, waiting to pick up her scent.
"Are you trying to sniff her out?" Luna's voice held an air of disbelief.
"Flying foxes have an extraordinary sense of smell." I rolled her window down as we drove, still not picking up on Hattie's scent, but thankful I'd met her at the interrogation dinner after the bar kicked us out.
"Wow, I'm learning all kinds of batty facts." After a few minutes, I caught a hint of it. Several turns later, Luna gasped as we entered the heart of the industrial district. "That's her car!"
I pulled up behind it, and we jumped out. "She's in that building."
We rushed to the door of what looked to be an abandoned warehouse. Throwing it
