Thirty-four

Malaki Crescent

I got a text from Iris in the late afternoon, telling me I could call off the search party. We looked into Emily Brentwood’s past and had someone from the pack hack into her phone, but it seemed she was at a hotel day drinking. Curious, that she would call up Iris only to call it off. But maybe not if she knew what I knew about her son. I went home, and paced anxiously in my room, waiting for Iris to return. I should have done something but all I ...