Once Andie had arrived, Cara and her spent the rest of the night prepping for their mission. They made sure they were sufficiently stocked on weapons, silver bullets, fake I.D.s provided by Bethany (just in case). First thing in the morning, they hit the road.

Bethany had also arranged a new ride for them on the way, so after a couple hours of driving they stopped over in Barrie and made a quick cash purchase from one Jeremy Miller, who would hold onto their old vehicle for pick up on the way back (or if need be, scrap it so that there would be no evidence left; a useful contact of Bethany's for sure). They continued along the northern highway, now in a dirty old white pickup truck.

Another few hours after that and they had arrived in Sudbury. The attack had actually happened a couple hours drive north-east of the city, but this seemed like a reasonable place to spend the night and get their barring's. And if there was one thing they didn't want to do under any circumstance, it was go after the wolf at night.

They found a motel, taking a single room with a couple of beds. Cara was looking over some of the maps when Andie came back with their dinner: fast-food burgers, the joys of living on the road. Cara was too hungry to care that it was her third burger this week, devouring half without slowing.

"Take a look at this," she said to Andie, passing her a photo of the bagged "wolf" fur found at the crime scene. Andie shrugged and sat down with her own meal.

"Yea, werewolf fur, what of it?" Andie asked. Cara was now looking over the photos of the crime scene, specifically the photo of the dog's remains, with the pile of fur in front of it.

"There's just a lot of it," Cara said, pondering. "A tuft of fur makes sense, but this, this looks like it was shedding."

"Well maybe it was shedding. Werewolves are bound to do it too."

"All at once, like this," Cara said, again holding up the picture.

"Well..." Andie pondered, taking a little more time to think on it. "This one could be quite sick. I mean any werewolf I've come across has been pretty sad and mangy looking. I've seen ones that are nearly bare, scratches all over, covered in ticks, all sorts of nasty things." She took a couple bites of her food, while Cara looked over the photos some more. "Still not convinced?"

"Someone would have come across a sickly mangy wolf by now. I'm thinking this one is smart, deadly smart. As for the fur..." Cara tossed the picture down and stretched back in her chair, running her hands through her short curly hair. "Would a drink or two be inappropriate tonight?" Cara asked.

Andie got up and pulled a bottle of whiskey out of her duffle bag. She gave Cara a smug grin.

It was later that night before Cara asked Andie how she'd been. Andie took her full meaning, which was how had she been since they'd broken up, though Cara had never fully considered them to be going out.

Andie played it all off coolly, saying she'd been doing really well, but of course why wouldn't she be, Cara thought. Andie did the job and did it well, but she tried to live her life also. She travelled; she soaked in the excitement of all she saw, and Cara couldn't help but envy her for that ability. Cara was the fucked up one, keeping herself secluded as much as possible, waking in cold sweats, seeing ghosts.

Cara reflected, as they shared a couple drinks, on the brief time her and Andie had been a "thing". It had started because of pure physical attraction. Andie was petite and gentle, but she had this fiery energy in her eyes that came out when the thrill of the job took her. When Cara had seen this, she'd had trouble holding back. The longs days on the road and the brutal shit they saw while working could quickly get stressful, and Cara liked having a good fuck from Andie at the end of the day.

But the longer they were on the road together, the harder it was to ignore that Cara's heart wasn't in it. As much as she cared for Andie, she didn't love her, and what had started as passion started to feel like distance, and with the work they did, they couldn't keep holding that tension. Andie felt it too and decided there were some jobs over seas she wanted to take care of on her own. Cara went back to working with Jack exclusively and that was that.

Still Cara liked sitting across from Andie. Maybe there wasn't love there exactly, but there was something, familiarity perhaps, that warmed her insides. Or maybe that was the whiskey.

Cara had trouble sleeping later. Certain images of that dog and blood wouldn't leave her head. She asked Andie if she could sleep next to her. Andie nodded with a smile. Cara crawled in beside her and Andie wrapped an arm over her. They didn't do more than that, but Cara appreciated the comfort. The slow breathing next to her helped Cara drift off to sleep.