he was still spooning cereal into his mouth and nodding.
“Good idea,” he mumbled. “If it works, can you get one made for me,
too? That werewolf jammer keeps looking at me like she wants to eat me up.
I don’t need to go down that road right now.”
Sam? Really?
I shook my head. “Great, I’ll let you know if it works. Can we get the
extract now? I found an apothecary who will make the…charm for me this
afternoon.”
“Give me five minutes. Then I’ll take you over to the shop and hook you
up with some of our new batch.” He slid his bowl into the sink and
disappeared.
That had gone more smoothly than I’d expected. In the future, if I ever
needed to have him do my bidding, I just had to load him up on sugar cereal.
Forty minutes later, I pulled up behind Casey’s Rav4. He leaned out of
his window and waved at the security guard, who laughed and pushed a
button that opened a chain-link gate. The guard eyed me suspiciously as I
passed through with Jaxson’s truck. Whatever.
My phone rang on the seat beside me. Jaxson himself. I answered and
turned on the speaker.
“You didn’t call,” Jaxson said, his voice rough.
“I was busy, but I’m picking up the wolfsbane now.” I parked beside
Casey in front of a three-story red brick factory. Plumes of smoke pumped
out of the roof, and I frowned. Greenhouse gases much? This didn’t look like
a shop.
Casey climbed out of his car and headed over to my window.
Jaxson grunted and continued, “Where are—”
“Hold that thought. My cousin is here.” I stashed the phone and unrolled
the window as I smiled at Casey.
“Stay here. I’ll be back in a few minutes, ’kay?” my cousin said.
I nodded. “Be sure to get the strong stuff, just in case I need to douse