It was the pre-agreed rendezvous point that Hood had set up with me, and I, in turn, had set up with the losers. Getting her out of there wasn’t so hard, either, since she went into shifting down about the time we heard the pack coming. With her a little out of it, it was nothing to transport her back to my apartment. I sat there for hours, drinking--which I almost never do--but am doing more these days--and watching her sleep. She was in lupus. Talk about your inner struggles. I thought very seriously about leaving without a forwarding address. Just going out, slipping into the crowd, never turning back. The reason I didn’t do it has nothing to do with the fact that I’m pretty sure Hood’s got a tracking chip in me, somewhere. Lobos is too high tech not to do that. And he had virtually told me they were doing that sort of thing. Don’t tell me it’s a surprise to you. They’ve been doing it to dogs and racehorses for years. Some say that they’ll be ‘chipping’ humans before long.
