"Well, I have a better plan than being in debt to the Court's Dirty Harry. I already have something worked out, but I don't think it's a good idea to take Whitey here and have most of the leeches and lycanthropes in the community on our ass because he's a goddamn magnet for more trouble. Like the dude hanging around already on the doorstep."

He pointed at the nose. He wasn't a werewolf, but he still had more acute senses than that. He could see better than he could smell, but his sense of smell was still better than a human's. He wasn't sure what to do, it might be someone here for Parael, who was apparently popular right now, or it might be something else. It wasn't really a pack of lycanthropes waiting for Flint White, Tony was just too happy to needle the old man's paranoia.

"Try not to pull that gun on him Whitey, I think I remember that smell."

There were too many people here.