Chicago offices of Ann Walker.


Walker: Ilsa? Is that you?

Blake: Sorry, boss — just me.

Walker: Where is that Wolf? Even if she insists on walking from the airport — her flight landed over an hour ago.

Blake: Sidetracked? Her Master always liked to order her to scope out new areas for other Beings.

Walker: Of which there shouldn’t be any in the entire city! Except Jany and her Lizard, of course.

Blake: Well, maybe Ilsa ran into them and they’re all going out for ice cream.

Walker: Should’ve put a tracker on her.

Blake: . . . do you mean Ilsa or Jany?

Walker: Why not both?