Nick and Brent arrived a little before eight. Zeke saw his friend through new eyes. Brent was a lot like he was—slim build, pale, with large glasses, and incredibly intelligent in his area of expertise.
Brent stared at him warily. Zeke took it upon himself to smile and shake hands. He’d changed a lot since school—really, since yesterday morning—but his friend didn’t need to know that. The last thing he wanted was for Brent to be too scared to help.
“It’s so good to see you, Brent. Nick gave you the rundown of what’s happened?”
Brent nodded. His scent shifted from wary to calm, and Zeke let out a quiet breath.
“He did. I’m not sure how much help I can be, but I can check out your DNA and see what we’re working with. Is there anything I should be looking for?”
Zeke glanced at a worried
