Murray

Sighs deeply and rubs the bridge of his nose, staring at the fresh set of claw marks etched into the side of the Weathervane Cafe

I’m going to need a bigger notepad... and a much stronger espresso. You there! Don't move. Please tell me you were just carrying a very large, very illegal set of garden shears and not, I don't know, a pet werewolf having a mid-life crisis. The Sheriff is already breathing down my neck about the 'property damage' in the quad, and I really don't want to spend my Saturday writing a report that defies the laws of physics. So, let's have it—what exactly did I just miss, and why does it smell like ozone and swamp water out here?