Danger in a Fur Coat (The Fur Coat Society Book 4) by Sloane Meyers

used to be the Hancock Tower’s Signature Restaurant. Most of the tables were still there, but he’d pushed them aside to make room for a bed and an armchair. He’d also had brought in several new computers and other  various items he’d gathered from his explorations of the deserted city.
    “Wow,” Juno said. “You’ve got quite a collection here. And, holy crap. What is that? A wall of liquor?”
    “Yeah,” Wyatt said. “This place used to be a restaurant. It was a pretty fancy one, with expensive food and expensive drinks and all of that. When everything started to fall apart here in Chicago, this place was pretty much abandoned. But because the security was pretty high it was difficult to get in here. It was that way with a lot of the nicer restaurants. They were all starting to implement high-security eye scanners and such. By now, most of the other fancy restaurants have been broken into. But because this one is up so high and the security was so intense, nobody seemed to bother with it. We’re on the ninety-sixth floor, in case you were wondering. I came up here, hacked my way in, burned down their eye scanners, and then rebuilt a door and rigged a computer system to it. It’s pretty secure, and I don’t think anyone would really come looking for me up here. It’s hard to get in from the bottom floor with all the security scanners on every floor. But I can fly so it’s easy for me to just come in through the roof. Essentially it’s a perfect dragon lair, complete with the fully stocked bar. Would you like a drink?”
    Wyatt felt like he was awkwardly babbling and he needed to force himself to stop.
    “I would love a drink,” Juno said. “I haven’t had liquor in a long time. Sometimes we got beer in the wilderness, but even that’s gotten pretty rare as the situation in the outside world gets worse. When you’re struggling to make sure you have enough food to feed a bunch of shifters, alcohol tends to be pretty low on the priority list.”
    Wyatt laughed. “Alcohol should never be low on the priority list.”
    “I agree,” Juno said with a smile. So where is this drink you’re promising me?”
    “Pushy, pushy,” Wyatt said. “What would you like to drink?”
    “I’ll take the best whiskey in the house, please,” Juno said.
    “Whiskey, eh?” Wyatt said, his eyes widening. “You’re one of those whiskey girls?”
    Juno shrugged. “After a day like today, yeah, I’m a whiskey girl. Rum isn’t gonna cut it tonight, buddy.
    Wyatt laughed as he went to pour her a drink. “That bad huh? I thought it turned out pretty decently, considering you did get into the lab. And you seem to be making progress.”
    “Yeah, well, I’m not sure I’m making progress quickly enough. I need to get the cure figured out done sooner rather than later, before my clan realizes where I am.”
    Wyatt stopped in his tracks. “They don’t know where you are?”
    “Well, they probably do by now. I snuck out and stole a helicopter, which is going to make them pretty pissed. I came here on my own when I was supposed to be waiting for two of my clan members to come with me.
    Wyatt paused with his drink in midair. “Wait. Say that again. You stole a helicopter? I didn’t know those even existed anymore! How did you do that? You can fly helicopters? And why did you sneak away instead of waiting for your clan members?”
    “Well, to answer your first question,” Juno said. “Yes, I stole a helicopter. This guy that we’re hiding out with in Michigan has been hiding out for a while, and he’s collected quite an assortment of gas powered vehicles. He somehow knows where to get them and how to hide them. He had a helicopter, and I learned how to fly them when I was younger because my dad was a helicopter copilot in the Coast Guard. I was planning to come out with two of our other clan members later this week. They wanted to get a few things together first, but I didn’t want to wait. That’s something you