Fellow wolf? Vivienne thought. What did that mean? Were they related? Quick’s last name was Alvarez, so maybe on his mother’s side?

When Quick glanced at her with concerned eyes, she mouthed what.

He shook his head and stepped out of the elevator, into the magnificent room.

She followed Quick to the side of the room where Mr. Wolph’s desk sat with a large, suited man behind it. The name plate on his desktop spelled his name Wolph.

Was that a joke? She’d have thought it was spelled Wolf..

“Mr. Wolph,” Quick said.

Wolph took a deep breath and offered his hand which Quick shook.

“My name is Quick Alvarez and this is my assistant Vivienne.”

When Wolph went to shake Vivienne’s hand she took a step back and smiled.

“I’m a germaphobe,” she joked.

Mr. Wolph lifted a brow but did not take his eyes off her.

“Welcome to my office, Mr. Alvarez, Miss Vivienne. What can I do for you?” Wolph gestured for them to sit is plush chairs in front of the desk.

Vivienne was still worried what Quick would say. She didn’t want any confrontation here, especially one that might end in someone calling 911.

After sitting, she glanced at Quick. He was smiling, but his emotion was heavy with anger.

She marveled at how her senses had improved since this morning. What was going on with her witch skills? Why was she sensing things so intensely?

“Mr. Wolph,” Quick said, “there’s no need for us to bullshit each other. We both know if we are lying.”

She cringed at the lack of social niceties. Someone needed to teach some to Quick, just so he didn’t come across as such a Neanderthal.

“Okay, Mr. Alvarez. Out with it then,” Wolph snapped. “I haven’t got all day to talk to strangers who randomly show up at my office.”

Whoa, shit. Where did that attitude come from?

She sensed Quick’s anger shooting off the scale, but he didn’t launch himself at the man. That was good at least.

“Your company is dumping toxic waste into the bay and ocean and it must stop.”

Mr. Wolph sat back in his executive leather chair. “That’s a very serious accusation, Mr. Alvarez. We could be fined millions of dollars and even face jail time. Why would we risk so much?”

“I don’t know,” Quick said. “You tell me.” His knuckles turned white gripping the chair’s arms.

“Mr. Wolph,” she cut in, “tests have shown the water behind your plant is off the chart with toxin levels. We’re hoping you would work with us to find the cause and help put a stop to it.”

“That,” Wolph said, “is something I’d absolutely help with. If something is leaking or broken, we need to know and fix it immediately.”

Vivienne let out a breath and relaxed. Quick remained stoic, watching the man.

Wolph picked up the phone. “Marcy, have the plant manager on duty meet me at Entrance One immediately.” He hung up and turned to Vivienne . “Let’s talk with the manager to see what could possibly be wrong. Maybe give you a tour of the facility. Perhaps that will bring something to light.” Wolph looked at his watch. “I need to cancel my four o’clock. You two can go on down to meet the manager and get things started. I’ll be down shortly. The receptionist downstairs will show you where to go.”

He rose and walked around his desk. “I assure you, Mr. Alvarez, this will be taken care of immediately and I appreciate your concern.” Wolph guided them to the elevator and pushed the button for them. As they stepped inside the elevator, he added, “Be sure they give you a hard hat before going anywhere. We always put safety first here.”

The doors closed, and he was gone.

Vivienne pushed the button for the first floor and sighed. “That went better than I expected. What do you think?”

“He’s got to be lying. Something’s not right.” Quick paced the small interior.

“Quick.” She grabbed his sleeve. “I agree something is going on here, but we need more information before we can do anything. No federal agency will respond to two normal people who say something is wrong, but don’t know what.”

“Yeah, fine,” he said. “When you put it that way, it does sound lame.”

“Exactly,” she continued, “Since they are willing to help, let’s use this to its full advantage and see what all we can find.”

“If they so much as threaten us—”

“With what, Quick? They don’t have anything to threaten us about.”

“Just be ready, in case something does happen.”

The doors opened, and she let out a long breath. This could go either way. She hoped the company was innocent of foul play and this would all be over so they could get back to looking for Tiko.