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“Good. How are you going to approach the topic that you believe some bad shit is going down at Harrison Industries? It’s not likely she’ll volunteer sensitive company information. She could lose her job if anyone found out.”
“Jenna said she thinks Harrison Industries might be involved with drugs. However, my goal tomorrow is simply to find out if Paris likes working there. I might even ask if there are any job openings.”
Grayson leaned back and then crossed his arms. “Doing what? I know you mentioned driving a truck, but like I said, you wouldn’t be allowed anywhere near the illegal stuff—assuming it’s there.”
“That may be, but if I did want a job, driving a truck would be my preference—or being on security detail.”
“Do you have a commercial driver’s license?” Grayson asked.
“As a matter of fact, I do. When I first arrived in Canada, I needed a job. I had my Florida license, so it wasn’t hard to get one up here.”
“You are full of surprises.”
“Speaking of surprises,” Rider said. “Do you have a specialty, besides being an expert coder who runs a successful company?”
“I do. When the general asked if I would be willing to be a freelance agent for the Pack, he suggested I learn about electronic surveillance. In fact, I worked with Trax and Dante Fielding for a while.”
Rider had just worked with those two on the last case. “They know their shit.”
“They do.”
“Any other talents?” Rider asked. Just because Grayson told him why he hadn’t shown up to the meeting that day and had explained how he hadn’t been able to get in touch, something was off. His friend was well aware that the general knew where to find him. Why not ask for his contact information?
“Not really. What’s bugging you?”Grayson telepathed, jarring Rider out of his pensive thoughts.
He jerked his attention back to Grayson. “Nothing. All’s good. So, what are you going to do tomorrow while I’m extracting information out of Paris?”
“I might take a drive by Harrison Industries. I have computer skills. They might be looking for someone to work on their servers.”
That could be useful. “How are you going to explain why your driver’s license says Florida, and yet you are here looking for work?”
“Fuck.”
Rider chuckled. “You do know you can ask the general to hook you up with a new identity, right?”
“I didn’t know that." Grayson blew out a breath. “On a slightly different topic, I know I basically volunteered you to help Paris, but do you have your weapons with you?”
Rider smiled. “Always. Other than this last mission where only one shot was fired, guns often come in handy, especially when shifting isn’t wise. It just so happens, after the last case ended, I was given a dozen bullets coated in a poison that might even take down an enhanced werewolf.”
He whistled. “How did you come by them?”
Rider explained about the woman, Charley Palmer, who was also hunting Dr. Elkhart. “Her father, with the use of some enhanced werewolf blood, was able to reverse engineer a potion to kill a wolf if he’s shot in the heart.”
“Was it tested?” Grayson asked.
“Not yet.”
“Do you know if Richard Delancey is enhanced?”
“If I had to guess, I’d say he is,” Rider said. “I doubt he’s the type to do much fighting though. Just in case, how are your skills?”
Grayson laughed. “Did you forget that I used to beat your sorry ass when we went wolf to wolf?”
“That was years ago. Then you were in your accident before you started the company. I’m thinking you’re soft.”
Grayson shook his head. “You couldn’t be more wrong. I know you don’t believe me, so how about a little rematch?”
That was the best thing he’d heard since coming to this neck of the woods. “You’re on.”
