he paused, turning another page, “—she’s been fired several times for being violent toward her coworkers.”

“She’s obviously a nuisance—always gossiping, always stirring something,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “Keep reading. Where is she living now?”

“Riverwood Lane,” Malcolm replied, scanning the page. “Still near the military pack house. Do you want us to go there now?”

“Of course we do,” I said firmly. “We need more information. That tea could be dangerous especially if she’s been distributing it.”

“Alright then,” he said, closing the file with a decisive snap. “Let’s head back and deal with this properly.”

“Well.” He gave a short nod, resolve settling in his expression.

“So...