Brent's POV
Six weeks. That's how long I've been on this island. It's paradise and absolutely beautiful. But I miss home, the mountains and the anonymity I had running as a wolf in them. A werewolf can't exactly run free in a place like this. There are too many tourists and locals with too watchful eyes.
All I've heard posing as this private investigator and sneaking around his company is what a saint Anthony Starr is. How generous and kind he is and how his employees love working for him. I am surprised my eyes haven't popped out of their sockets by now with how much restraint I've had to use to not roll them.
I've been a frequent patron of Murphy's Tiki Bar the last couple of weeks, listening in to conversations and whatever pieces of information I can glimmer about Anthony. He wasn't
