Chapter 7: Chapter 7

Going around to the front, again, Kyle entered the building. A middle-aged woman sat at a desk straight ahead of him in the waiting room.

“May I help you?” she asked.

“Is Mr. Pence available?”

“He’s with a customer at the moment, and has another one due in half an hour.” She glanced at her computer screen. “He has an opening at two this afternoon, if you’d like to make an appointment.”

“I would. My name is Jonathan Roberts.” Kyle gave her a phone number connected to that name when she asked. It belonged to the real Mr. Roberts, a man who had helped Kyle catch a bogus art dealer two years ago. If Pence or his receptionist called it, Roberts would pass any message on to Kyle.

She handed him a business card, which he put into his wallet, just as the door to her right opened and two men came into the room. One was tall and slender, wearing slacks and a blue dress shirt. Kyle knew immediately that he was a shifter. The other man was dressed in a suit and tie—and was human.