"Of course I have friends!" Atticus snapped at Blaise as he started to back out of the parking space. He said nothing more on that particular subject, though. There was no point in continuing with it. Atticus did have friends, and no one was going to tell him otherwise.
Once he was on the road, he spoke to his unwanted partner again. "Look for any signs of trouble," he directed. "Anything at all. Suspicious activity. Suspicious people. Anything out of the ordinary." He turned the radio onto the police frequency, listening for any 911 calls about werewolf attacks. If he heard one, he'd be jumping on it.