Dritan pulled over on his motorcycle at the address Bardrick had sent him. After his talk with the alpha, Tysion entrusted him to Dritan, knowing fully well that he would be the most neutral person in the pack at this moment.
"Riding that thing requires a license, and just so you know, and the speed you used to get here is past the normal speed limit." Bardrick lectured, shoving his car keys into his front pockets.
{Just what is this man's problem, he almost sounds like a real cop or something.} The druid thought to himself, shrugging his shoulders, genuinely forgetting that the man in front of him was a detective.
"So, what's with this place?. And why did you bring me to this apartment?." He asked, resting his hands on his hips.
Bardrick stared at the house immensely, just by looking he could tell that something had changed, a presence he sensed was missing.
