Do you think you can ignore me you little shit? Where the fuck are you
Clay is dead and Black Tarn is missing and probably dead and you're going to ignore me? Tell me where you went
I tell him I'm in Hartford, an hour south of here. That should keep him out of my hair.
I tell him he's an asshole and that I'm not sharing my location.
Honestly Scarper needs an excuse to screw his head on straight. I tell him I'm in Northampton. And I email Elton to warn him.
I ignore him again.
Enough. I block his email address.
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real fucking funny just telling em an i don't even have a workfung car or anything becase of hwat happened, FUCK YOU
It might be best to let Scarper sit on his Rage for a while.
I check my bank statements.
That's all.
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You want to go at night to avoid being followed. The forecast on the next full moon says a low of thirty-five, with no rain or wind. That'll work.
A long and frantic day at Gorsky Manor spent with your fellow groundskeeper Ernesto, prepping the machinery for spring, then a hasty dinner of Wheat Thins and root beer before you head out. An old man stares at you from the moment you get on the bus. But he gets off one stop before you, and Elton is waiting, frock coat turned up against the wind, when you reach the Veterans Hospital turnaround at 6 PM sharp. The other werewolf seems tired. He barely manages a British greeting syllable, honked vaguely in your direction.
I need to know more about the Battle of Graves Farm, but how far can I push Elton on that subject?
"Let's go, man! We've gotta get scouting."
"Are we going in lupus form?" Any excuse to shed my human skin.
"You okay?" I worry about this guy.
"You sure you weren't followed?" I don't like all these eyes on me.
"You think we'll have more fomori to rip up?" The last one was fun.
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