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Sandoval's son is a junior in a prestigious school, the best money and influence can manage in this world. Lark is used to these places; he knows how to talk his way in, how to pass himself off as a recruiter, how to shake Grant Sandoval's soft hand.
How to then get the kid's address.
Alec had said he thought any security might just shoot him on sight as a wolf, but he risks it. He changes forms and moves through the old pines in this nicer area of the city. He sits and he listens to Sandoval's wife and much younger, so far unmentioned, son.
He thinks of Alec sweating on the chair, swearing allegiance to a man who only sees a number. He thinks of Alec's hands shaking. He thinks of the last time he saw Alec endure this, how Lark hadn't known but had caused it. How Lark could have acted. Could have done anything at all.
How Alec somehow, despite never being handed a real second chance himself, decided to let Lark try again. How this mission might be the thing that destroys his husband's mind.
Alec isn't in the chair right now. That's the only thing that gives Lark patience.
But after the sun is down the younger son goes outside to get something--air, a ball, something--Lark moves through the dark and he kills the child so quietly the mother never suspects. He hides the body where he knows it will be found, but not soon. Not easily. The body will have time to decay, other animals will have a chance to feast on it before the Sandovals see it.
Lark turns human and puts on his clothes and he drives back to the bad side of town. He buys food for himself and Logan, and buys liquor to rinse his mouth out. Oral hygiene isn't a priority around here, so needs must, but he spits out the mouthful and the blood that had been between his teeth, and he heads inside.
How to then get the kid's address.
Alec had said he thought any security might just shoot him on sight as a wolf, but he risks it. He changes forms and moves through the old pines in this nicer area of the city. He sits and he listens to Sandoval's wife and much younger, so far unmentioned, son.
He thinks of Alec sweating on the chair, swearing allegiance to a man who only sees a number. He thinks of Alec's hands shaking. He thinks of the last time he saw Alec endure this, how Lark hadn't known but had caused it. How Lark could have acted. Could have done anything at all.
How Alec somehow, despite never being handed a real second chance himself, decided to let Lark try again. How this mission might be the thing that destroys his husband's mind.
Alec isn't in the chair right now. That's the only thing that gives Lark patience.
But after the sun is down the younger son goes outside to get something--air, a ball, something--Lark moves through the dark and he kills the child so quietly the mother never suspects. He hides the body where he knows it will be found, but not soon. Not easily. The body will have time to decay, other animals will have a chance to feast on it before the Sandovals see it.
Lark turns human and puts on his clothes and he drives back to the bad side of town. He buys food for himself and Logan, and buys liquor to rinse his mouth out. Oral hygiene isn't a priority around here, so needs must, but he spits out the mouthful and the blood that had been between his teeth, and he heads inside.