Continued from
Jennifer's Body
The time is 3:00a . S-Minus 2:45 until the Daystar
With a long, unnecessary sigh, Sir Baldwin pulled his vehicle in to the parking area of Cedar Fields Funeral Home. Safe and sound, right? Maybe. Maybe not. But no matter what, a funeral parlour managed by the Domain and recommended to him by Daniella Sage was about as good as it was going to get. Corpses here could be explained. Corpses at his Haven?
That could get fucking awkward.
His Beast screamed its pathetic challenge to the world around him as he turned off the engine, pulled the keys and stepped out of his vehicle into the night air. The Knight moved around to the back seat, ready to beat the ever-living shit out of their flannel-wearing friend if he moved. His patience had run out. There would be answers, or there would be blood.
While he waited for Galloway, Sage and French, he checked his prisoner over for a wallet, phone, ID, or anything interesting on him. Knowing who this guy was was important. Just in case, right?
After all, knowing who the fudge chef had been had saved Jennifer Hazelton's Requiem from a discordant finale.
Jaqen, feel free to assume Baldwin texted you telling you where to be.