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to be alright. The Fur Coats had a viable plan for survival.
    And he certainly wasn’t going to complain about the fact that the plan required Storm to spend a lot of time around him with no computers to distract her.

Chapter Seven
    An hour later, Grant was back at his office. The law firm was quiet, with most of the offices completely dark. Here and there, light from an associate’s office spilled out into the hallway. There were always a couple people here pulling an all-nighter to meet some sort of impossible deadline. Grant would blend in nicely, looking like just another overworked attorney.
    He slipped into his office, and fired up his computer. He quickly navigated to the files about the Hook Labs case. These files were considered so top secret that the law firm didn’t even want them worked on remotely. Grant had been forced to actually come in to the office to take photos of them. He worked quickly, but it still took the better part of an hour to get all the photos he needed. As soon as he was done taking the pictures, he slipped out of his office building as quietly as he had come. Once he was in his hovercar, he ordered his computer to head to the south side of Chicago. He knew of a lab there that would print photos in an hour, for a hefty fee. These days, finding anyone to print photos was difficult and expensive. Paper wasn’t manufactured much anymore, so the little bit that was available cost a great deal. There were a few places that would print plain black and white paper documents quickly, but that didn’t help Grants since the only way he’d been able to get the top secret files from the law firm was to take actual pictures of them. And getting pictures printed in an hour? Impossible, unless you had connections.
    Oddly enough, Grant had connections. He had volunteered to work pro bono on a criminal case last year, defending a man who had been wrongly accused of murder. The man had been a gang member and drug dealer—but not a murderer. It had been an interesting case, to say the least. In the process of helping the man clear his name of murder charges, Grant had learned more than he ever wanted to know about the underground world of Chicago’s gang-filled neighborhoods. One of the things that had surprised him was the existence of photo and paper-printing shops that would do rush jobs. The fees were high, but if you wanted a photo reliably printed in less than a week’s time, it was your only option. Besides, the drug dealers didn’t bat an eye at the exorbitant fees.
    Neither, it seemed, did a shifter who was on a mission to get out of town.
    Grant glanced around uneasily as his hovercar landed in front of the dark building. He stood out like a sore thumb here. Aside from the rich drug lords, the population of this neighborhood lived in abject poverty. Not too many hovercars were even around, let alone a hovercar as new and fancy as Grant’s. Instead, older models of self-driving cars littered the streets. Many of them looked like they were on their last leg.
    Grant stepped out of his hovercar and did his best to exude an air of confidence. He wasn’t really scared for his life. After all, if worst came to worst, he could always shift into bear form and easily take out anyone who tried to attack him. But he didn’t want that kind of attention right now, if he could avoid it. He just wanted to get his photos and get out of there.
    The bells above the door jangled as Grant walked into the dark store. Several pairs of cold eyes rose to look at him from the men sitting behind the counter. Smoke hung heavy in the air as the men puffed on giant, cheap cigars. Several glasses of whiskey sat on the countertop in front of them.
    Grant squinted as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, hoping that the owner of the shop, Ralph would be here. Ralph had been a star witness in the murder case Grant had worked on, so Grant had spent quite a bit of time with him in court. Ralph wasn’t sitting out front with the