Chapter 62. Pizza Rat

Gideon

We land at Teterboro Airport at 8:00 PM, our time, but it’s 6:00 PM here in New York. It’s only two hours but added with stress, and it can feel like jet lag. We arrange for a car service to pick us up and take us to The James New York NoMad on east 29th and Madison.

The rest of the world doesn’t know that this is a packhouse in the middle of New York City. All those urban legends about wolves in New York City parks are kind of true. They are just werewolves. That’s why they don’t get caught. We pull up to The James, and we quickly unload. Alpha Flynn is waiting to meet us.

“Gideon, it’s great to see you again.” He shakes my hand. With this many humans around, we drop titles, but we are naturally larger and more robust. So, seeing a group of prominent men and women all together can be somewhat intimidating.

“Flynn, it’s good to see you so soon as well. I hope to see Frank Newman on this trip. We all have so much to discuss.” I pat him on the sh