Peter shook his head, still surprised that both Ian and the werewolves would end up in Denver by complete happenstance. He was the only one who knew the child’s location, and since he had just finished helping Ace with his new album, he figured he could detour on his way to L.A. to check up on the kid.He spotted Ian sitting outside his middle school, on the front steps during the lunch hour. A grin crossed his lips. The kid was precocious, sitting by himself and using a clunky tape recorder. Peter opened his senses and listened.“… sitting in class and Mike popped Mrs. Loqa with a spitball. He didn’t get caught. Trisha got blamed instead. Mom, if you sneak into my room and listen to this, don’t tell Mrs. Loqa. I plan on getting Mike to leave Ryan alone and stop stealing his lunch money. If you tell it’ll spoil everything. Back to my notes on the day.…”Peter stifled a laugh. Ian was doing just fine.***Mina & LilithThe streets of Albuquerque were empty, with only the light of the moon keeping the buildings company at three a.m.
