The woman sitting on the couch lighting up another fag was nowhere near to being the sweet tempered, classy woman of yesteryear. That woman would have invited JT into a real home. One that had a cheerful fire burning and throw pillows on the couch and cupboards of food. That woman would have fussed over him and convinced him to stay for dinner and would have made him up something wonderful. That woman was hidden somewhere in the deep corners of the one he saw before him now. The one who didn't give a rip that maybe his own experiences had some validity to them; that woman would have been appreciative that he'd come to her for help on a case.

The woman he was lucky enough to encounter watched him with eyes full of mistrust. True, JT had never done a thing that called for the lack of trust, but that didn't mean a thing to the werewolf sitting there. The trust she'd handed over to others had rarely come back in good form.

"And what do you plan to do if I am able to give you the lead you're looking for? You're going to go have some reasonable talk, take the item and tell him to have a good day? My, my, JT. I thought you were one to follow the letter of the law to a closer degree than that."


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