You are not alone. I hope this cheers you up on this heavy day.
I checked the large chalk board hanging on the wall. Three cases active: a ghoul in Oakland cemetery, a mysterious “critter” with shiny eyes scaring the students an the Art Institute and eating expensive paint, and a report of an abnormally large glowing wolf in a suburb off Dunwoody Road. Derek approached the board and wiped the wolf off.
“Got it last night.”
“What was it?”
I blinked at him. “The Alpha of Clan Wolf?”
“What is she doing in Dunwoody Heights?”
“She tried to enroll her boys into a fancy gymnastics class in the city, and one of the other parents threw a giant fit, so they asked her to leave. She’s been rolling in the glow-in-the-dark powder and menacing that woman’s house for the last three nights.”
“Did you explain to her that intimidation of humans isn’t in Pack’s best interests?”
“I did. She told me that she would’ve gotten away with it, if it wasn’t for me, a meddling kid.”
I stoically kept a straight face. “Good job on closing the case.”
“So where did you put the Scooby snacks?”
“Hilarious,” he said dryly.