A huge, burly figure appeared at the entrance to the tent.
One glance was enough to send Julian into a hysterical scream.
"Ah!
!"
The shrill cry pierced the night, startling the creatures foraging in the dark. They raised their heads and looked around.
Geralt was genuinely surprised to get a call from Caitlin.
"Are you taking the job?"
"No," Geralt refused flatly.
It had been only a week since the Hellhound Incident, and he and Nancy were still caught up in the heat of their aff—no, the sweetness of new love. If he wanted a job, he might as well browse the Demon Hunter Website.
"Don't turn it down yet. The client is the Gates Group."
"The Gates Group?"
Geralt had never heard of it.
On the other end of the line, Caitlin pressed a hand to her forehead. Geralt knew a great deal, but only about demon hunting. When it came to the ordinary world, he knew less than most people.
He was like a student who excelled in one subject and failed all the others.
"The Gates Group is one of Phoenix City's largest corporations," Caitlin said. "Its businesses cover biotechnology, chemicals, logistics, real estate, and more..."
"Get to the point," Geralt interrupted.
Caitlin continued, "The No. 9 Precinct hasn't been able to gain a foothold in Phoenix. It urgently needs the support of a local powerhouse. Daniel Gates, the Gates Group's sole heir, has gone missing. If the No. 9 Precinct can help bring him back safely, it'll naturally earn the Gates Group's friendship. But the precinct is short on people... so..."
Geralt still shook his head. "If it has nothing to do with the supernatural, I'm not taking it!"
Caitlin's eyes lit up. "So you'll take it if it does involve the supernatural?"