“Come here, I want to show you something.”
He followed her into her bedroom and she took out a small backpack hanging under a snow coat.
Gaby unzipped the pack. “Take a peek.”
Kane looked inside. Cash, maps and throwaway phones. He took out the money and counted the hundreds and twenties. “Two thousand bucks.”
“Won’t get us far, but it’s a start. That is until we can find someone who might know you.”
“If, someone is looking for me.”
“On the other hand, you may not like being found by whoever created you.”
His heart tightened and he closed his eyes for a brief second. “I still think I’m part of a pack.” To be the only werewolf in existence saddened him.
He handed her the pack and she hid it behind the coat rack. “If so, we’ll find them.”
He smiled. “So who is on the menu?”
“Ha, ha.”
His smile slipped. “Did Giles find out who I am?”
“No, but there is an uber top secret man named Avery Kraig who is very interested in meeting you, and apparently me.”
His wolf’s hackles rose. Danger. Though he didn’t recognize the name, the mention of him sent a chill down his spine. “Kraig?”
“Do you recognize the name?”
“No, it’s not that. My wolf reacted as if this man is dangerous.”
“He must know your identity.”
“If he does, everything might come back.”
Something about Avery Kraig did not bode well. His wolf desired to kill him. Out of fear or hate? The frustration caused his head to ache. He rubbed his temple. “What do you know about him?”
“Nothing, except he is several rungs higher in the world of secret black budgets than Director Giles. He is the son of a black ops man named Alistair Kraig.” She tilted her head. “Could he be werewolf?”
“That’s not what my wolf sense tells me, but I’ll know soon enough.” He smiled. “As will you with your special werewolf detecting gift.”
She gazed at her watch. “We have twenty minutes to talk.”
“So what’s your plan, wolf charmer?”
“Tomorrow, during my animal rounds, compel your guard to bring you behind the predator loading zone. We can use the company vehicle until we rent another car.”
“Sounds like you’ve done your homework.”
“This time, I’m retiring from beast assassinations.”
He tilted his head and took her wrist to stare at the bracelet. “Who gave you this?”
“It belonged to my mother. She left it in a shoebox along with photos of her and me when I was a toddler. The box with the keepsake was the only thing I have of hers.”
“May I see it?”
“Why?”