Caleb
I drive down to Pecos to get my cell phone to work.
“Caleb. What’s happening?” Garrett’s always had a no-nonsense way of answering the phone.
“Hey. I have a question for you, wolf.” I’m not one to mince words, either.
“What is it?”
“When I was there for a fight, I caught a strange scent. Not shifter. Not human. Something different.”
“Vampire?”
“No. I smelled them, too, but that scent I recognize. No, it’s shifter, but no recognizable animal. More than one. A few guys.”
“Ah. The three stooges.”
“Excuse me?”
“Did you ever hear of Data-X?”
“No. What is it?”
“It was a government and privately funded research lab. The test subjects were shifters and humans they were trying to genetically mutate into shifters. The scent you caught is the result of their experiments. Men who wer
