"I'm supposed to be calling you early in the morning, not the other way around." If I'd been less stressed, I would've laughed. "True. I had a quick question. Crimes have to be reported where they happen, right?" I pushed Tiffany down the hall, steering her around a side table she swerved towards. "Yes, why?" "My friend witnessed a crime and didn't get a lot of help from the operator so she came to my house. Before we drove to the sheriff's office in Gilmer County, I wanted to check on the procedure." "You'll have to drive up there to make the report." "Anyone who might be able to help us with a matter including shifters?" "I'd talk to Randy Wells. He's a shifter, and a detective. I haven't talked to him much, but he stays out of most of the politics and focuses on being a cop." "Thank you." "Let me know if there's anything else I can do." "I will." I hung up the phone and grabbed Tiffany as she toppled into a wall. Sleep deprivation and stress were getting the better of her. "Wrong way sweetie, we need to go down the hall to the car." I repositioned us, draping her arm over my shoulder and wrapping my arm around her waist.
