Simon looked at the bulging carry sacks Kowalski had in each hand. “Couldn’t you just give her the best parts of a bunny?”
“Doesn’t mean the same thing to a human female.”
He sighed. He’d had a feeling that would be the answer.
“Jenni and her sisters are having fun,” Kowalski said. “They really like hunting for treasures.”
“Can they stop having fun soon?” A Wolf could travel a hundred miles in a day when he needed to. But after an hour of this noise and confusion—and all the stinky smells!—he was tired and wanted to go home and nap. And see Meg. He really wanted to see Meg. He wanted to play with Sam. He wanted . . .
He ignored Kowalski’s laughter since the human was laughing at him, and answered his mobile phone. “What?”
“Simon, get out of there now,” Elliot said.
“We’re almost—”
“Now! Meg had a vision, and what she saw about you being in the stall market scared her so much she fainted.”
Simon stiffened. He watched Kowalski study him, then set the carry sacks aside and motion to Michael Debany. “Meg cut herself?”
“She fell on the stairs leading up to the efficiency apartments. Something bad is going to happen up there too, but you—”
“Keep her safe.” He ended the call and looked around for the rest of the terra indigene. <We have to leave now.>
“Problem?” Debany asked, joining Simon and Kowalski.
“Danger,” Simon replied. “Meg says we have to get out of here.”
“Should we call Lieutenant Montgomery?” Debany asked Kowalski.
Kowalski shook his head. “The lieutenant and the Denbys took the children to the movies this afternoon. His phone will be turned off. You call the station. I’ll call Captain Burke.”
As the two men made their calls, Kowalski headed for Ruthie and Merri Lee, while Debany made his way back to the table where Lawrence MacDonald stood, a questioning look on his face when he noticed his partner heading toward him.
Simon looked around and swore silently. Henry was easy to spot, even with so many humans. Jenni, Crystal, and Starr were spread out at different tables and kept disappearing as humans crowded the tables and blocked the Crows from his line of sight. Jenni and her sisters had heard his order, but their attention was too caught by the objects filling the tables. He was going to have to talk to the Crowgard leaders about this obsession with shiny objects. It was getting in the way of survival.
He tried to avoid bumping into humans as he moved toward Jenni, but it seemed a couple of the men deliberately shouldered him, delaying his approach to that merchant’s table. When he reached her, something about the shifty, nervous way the merchant looked at him made his fangs lengthen. Fur suddenly covered the upper part of Simon’s chest and back, and his hands were no longer even passing-glance human.
Jenni glanced at him and immediately stepped away from the table—a silent admission that she had ignored his command.
“What about this?” the merchant said quickly, flipping a cloth out of the way to reveal a flat piece of metal that, as far as Simon could tell, didn’t do anything except shine.
“Ooooh,” Jenni said.
Before she could step close to the table again, Simon grabbed her arm and pulled her away, ignoring her protests.
“Simon!” Jenni cried.
“Meg says we need to leave now.”