While they didn’t seem to care much about what I was saying, they had to take a complaint from a Chief of the FBI seriously. I had explained to my team this was the main reason I would be joining them out in the field. It wasn’t their job to defend themselves. It was mine. After that was handled, it was time for my next phone call I didn’t want to make. I had to call the local Alpha, seeing if he could help in the investigation. Or at least give me a list of shifters in his pack that could take on the third form. I wasn’t under the impression that it was going to be an easy conversation. I’m sure he wouldn’t want to implicate anyone as a potential murderer. “Hello?” a male voice said on the other end of the phone. “Hello, I’m looking for Joseph Engle,” I stated. “This is Chief Thomas with the FBI.” “Ah yes, Ms. Thomas.” He intentionally ignored my rank. Good start.
