"Ms. Harvelle." Shook hands with Ellen as Jo huffed off to pay attention to the bar. "So your the expert on furries huh?"
"You really come all this way to ask my girl about that?" With a knowing smirk she poured herself a drink too. Must run in the family.
"Sure did. What I want to know is if there's a cure. Jo told me you can't just kill the wolf that bit you. But there's a way, isn't there?"
"No, there ain't. Couple of hunters I know thought they'd cured a girl once but it didn't take."
"These hunters happen to be around here?"
"Only one of em still alive and he doesn't like cops anymore then Jo."
"Then I bet he'll just love meeting me." Shot her a grin and she shook her head. "You don't want to tell me who or where he is, fine. But I want to meet him."
"Jo!" Ellen turned, her voice turning hard again. Wonder why she had to shout at her daughter. "Your friend here wants to meet Sam."