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Small Town Monsters

9

McCammus?” Harmon said.

“Just breakfast with an old friend.” Kurt gestured toward Hugh.

“Hey, a little less on the old and a little more on the friend,” Hugh said.

“Who you choose for friends is not my concern,” Harmon said. At that, Hugh grinned. “Have you thought at all about the business we discussed at your office?”

“There’s nothing to discuss. We have a wolf attack on our hands, nothing more. If it makes you feel more comfortable, I have sent a specimen down to the university for an autopsy.”

Harmon stiffened. “It would have been best for you to keep it in the family.”

Kurt intertwined his fingers and pursed his lips. “Please let me do my job.”

“That’s just what I want, for you to do your job. I pray that you are right in all this. But if things should get unpredictable, you should feel welcome to call on me.”

“I appreciate that,” Kurt said. “But like I told you at the station; I can’t have you meddling in police affairs.”

“I would be careful about whose advice you listen to.” Harmon flicked a glance at Hugh.

“And it’s a pleasure to see you too, Harmon,” Hugh said.

Harmon bit down hard. His jaw muscles turned to cables. “Take my advice and stay away from him.” He directed his words at Kurt.

“It’s been a long time,” Hugh said. “Decades. Can’t we finally let sleeping dogs lie?”

“Some things can’t be forgotten. And from some things, one can never truly restore his honor.”

“Can you two lighten up?” Kurt said, his eyebrows arching.

Harmon tapped on the table in front of Kurt, three hard raps, one for every syllable of the word he said next. “No-geun-ri, young man. Look it up. Or maybe Hugh can tell you about it himself; he was there.”

Hugh stroked his chin and fixed Harmon with an icy stare.

Harmon tipped his fedora at Kurt. “If you need my