06/09/21 Snippet, WOLFGIRL KIM AND THE HOA OF DOOM.

Not much done today on this project. I’m okay with that. The story’s going well.

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But speaking of smells, there was one here I’d never smelt before — but before I could focus on it the detective intercepted me before I could go mucking about in the water. Bradner looked better than he had sounded; when we shook hands his left arm had only a twinge of lingering stiffness in it, and I couldn’t smell any bandages or medicines. He did look a little frazzled, but I wasn’t sure if that was normal for him.

I gave him points for neither freaking out at having to shake hands with a werewolf, nor lingering over the physical contact (he wasn’t too bad on the eyes; but judging from his wedding ring, somebody else had noticed that already). “Thanks for coming by on short notice, Ms. Simon—”

“Please, Detective Bradner,” I interrupted. “Kim is fine.”

That got me a smile. “All right. Kim, then. But thanks. I know this is your day off.”

“It’s a three minute walk for me, Detective,” I replied. “And my superiors have already cleared me to help you.” Which was weird. “So, what’s going on?”