The Collector sat in the black SUV at the entrance to the road leading down to the Bearclaw estate. A series of vans and cars swarmed by, some of them turning so fast that they came close to losing control on the icy road. A grim smile curved the Collector’s mouth when the cell phone on the passenger seat began to vibrate. Glancing at the number, the Collector picked up the phone.
“Yes,” the Collector greeted, watching as another news van turned. “Of course. I’ll take care of everything. Goodbye.”
As soon as the call disconnected, the Collector pressed the number one on the keypad. The phone rang several times, which was highly unusual. Concern darkened his eyes as he stared at the horde of shifters gathered further down the road.
“I’m here,” the voice on the other end said in a rough,
