Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 161

Karl

It’s almost midnight when I put my car in park in the dimly lit alleyway, and I can’t believe I’m here right now.

“Abby will see how much you care once you get these for her,” my wolf says, satisfied.

“Yeah,” I answer out loud as I cautiously get out of the car. “We’ll see about that.”

Two days ago, I finally found a lead on those truffles for Abby. I found the dealer through a sketchy website, but he seemed legitimate enough. I just hope that it goes well, and like my wolf said, that Abby sees how much I care after this.

My eyes dart around, taking in the cracked asphalt and graffiti-covered walls. The shady location couldn’t be further from what I expected when it comes to cooking ingredients, but desperate times call for desperate measures, I guess.

“You Karl?” A raspy voice pulls me from my thoughts. A tall, skinny man almost seems to materialize from the shadows, his eyes shifty, avoiding direct eye contact.

“That’s me,” I respond, my voice tight. “You said you had the truffles?”

“Real European truffles,” he stresses, pulling out a vacuum-sealed bag from the depths of his tattered coat. “Best you’ll find in the city.”

The package looks genuine enough, but something about this guy is setting off alarm bells in my head. “You mind if I inspect them first?”

The man hesitates, his eyes narrowing. “Erm, sure,” he finally says, handing me the package. “But they are genuine.”

I open the seal just enough to get a sense of the aroma and the texture; not that I really know what I’m doing, but I think I have a fairly good sense of what fancy mushrooms should look and smell like.

But the moment I do, it hits me. The smell is all wrong. They’re earthy, but there’s something off about the scent. It almost smells like chemicals. Frowning, I run my finger along one of the mushrooms, and make a face when it comes away black.

“What the hell is this?” I ask flatly, locking my eyes with his.