Chapter 4
For the next three days, Manuel and Alex passed their shifts with nothing but routine patrol work. No new caches of drugs or arms, no werewolves, no one even shooting at them. In a word, boring. But, as Manuel already knew, the life of any law enforcement officer went that way: long, dull hours interspersed with frantic periods of hectic action. The trick was not to let your guard down and fail to be alert at a critical time.
He couldn’t say yet that he and Alex were friends or even completely at ease with one another, but things were getting better. Alex was one close-mouthed guy, though. Manuel had learned little aside from the facts he was born in the States, but had spent most of his childhood and youth in Scotland with his mother’s family after his parents divorced. Beyond
