Her brows twitched before she pointed at Allison. "You're too smart for your own good, kid. You know that?" Her and that Stiles, guy. Where the hell was she that the kids were handling more than the adults? Dresden would be having a fit. Screw that. Dresden would screw it up trying to keep them out of it.
"Look," she sighed as she pushed her hair back. The action made her look even more like she once had been the head cheerleader when she had been Allison's age...instead of boasting three black belts. "I don't know if I'll get on the department's payroll. For all I know they'll have a good laugh at that application before putting it through a shredder. But I'll help however I can."