"Why don't you go over what happened last night Mr. Storm." The officer across from them asked and Lincoln looked at Mae who nodded.
"My memory is spotty at best. I remember I was looking for someone. I don't know why I was out on a full moon night or what I was doing on that mountain. Maybe I was working."
"My client chases demons." Mae answered.
"And do you think the victim may have been a demon?"
"I don't know. My senses get a little overloaded when I wake up, it's like a shock to the system. I was dazed."
"You saw the body, is that correct?"
"It was about a foot from me."
"It was torn apart, claw marks, teeth marks."
"You don't know if my client did it."
"With all do respect ma'am, he's a werewolf, an out of control werewolf."
"Who chases demons."
"I'd give you a card if I could find my wallet." Lincoln said then shut his mouth when Mae gave him a look.
She leaned forward, feeling her heart stutter a little. "He could have been hunting and come across that body, the victim could have been a demon who attacked him first, or it could have even been a set up."
"He's covered in blood."
"Which you haven't determined the source of. It could be his for all you know."