Tara looked at Bronwyn when the man asked after Wolf.  She turned back to the computer, shrugging.<br/><br/>"No, no wolves here." Tara held a pencil between her teeth and gestured toward a sign on the wall. It said, No animals allowed.<br/><br/>The man frowned and set his attache case on the table. He opened it to withdraw a picture of a much younger, slimmer Malachai.<br/><br/>"This man is Wolf. Have you seen him?" he demanded.<br/><br/>Tara didn't like this man, pushy, government type. She hadn't seen THIS man, although she did recognize Malachai.<br/><br/>"Nope, never seen him. Now, if you aren't checking in, I'm busy." she said, pointedly ignoring him.<br/><br/>"Okay, give me a room for the night," he requested.<br/><br/>"Full up. No vacancy." she answered, inputting data.<br/><br/>The man shook his head and picked up his briefcase. He produced a card with his name and number.<br/><br/>"If he shows up, call me. You could be in danger."<br/><br/>As he left, the woman, garnet earrings swinging and boy with a red ball cap, entered the back door.<br/><br/>"Was your room comfortable?" Tara asked her as a way to see if she was finished with Mick's business.<br/><br/>"Oh yes, but we must leave tonight. The room was everything we expected. " she answered, and then turned to the boy with her." We will have to tell Uncle Mick how nice everything was."<br/><br/>Tara sighed in relief. That was over with at least.<br/><br/>When they left Tara put her hands on the cabinet. They were shaking harder than she wished.<br/><br/>Bronwyn peered at her closer and then came around the counter.<br/><br/>"Are you going to be okay?"