“I don’t have a laptop.”
Well, that made sense then.
“Bob does, though. Maybe we need to put one on his.”
“Bring it to me and I’ll put a good security program on it that only the two of you can access.”
“Yeah, I’ll do that, just as soon as you stop puking.”
It might be awhile.
Chapter Four
Stone
I was glad I wasn’t driving when my phone rang, even more so when I picked it up and discovered Shade on the other end. “If you tell me you’ve lost that damn cat—”
“No, no, nothing like that. I need to know if you’ve heard from Stryker at all?”
“I’ve been out on a contract for the last few days. I haven’t heard from anyone.”
Well, except for Sinclair, but that was between us. I’d never admit the man hung up on me.
“Okay, thanks.” Shade actually sounded frustrated. “If you hear from him, would you tell him I need him to call me right away?”
“Yeah, sure.” It wasn’t like Shade to call me for anything, not unless it involved Bob. “What’s up? Is everything okay? Has someone taken a contract out on Bob again?”
“No, no, nothing like that. Stryker is looking into some missing teens for Sinclair, and we’ve been unable to reach him.”
My heart slammed in my chest. “Sinclair?”
“No, Stryker.”
Air returned to my lungs in one big gulp. “But Sinclair is okay?”
I had to know.
“Uh…”
“Shade?”
“He’s kind of down for the count right now,” Shade replied. “It looks like some sort of stomach bug.”
“Sinclair is sick?”
How was that even possible?
“Well, he’s not a panther shifter, so…”
Shock held me immobile for a moment. “He told you he was a hyena shifter?”
“He’s a what?” Shade shouted.
Shit!
“Don’t you hurt him, Shade,” I snapped as I put my car in drive and spun out of the parking lot I was in. “If you touch a hair on his head, so help me—”
“He’s a hyena,” Shade argued. “Why would you fucking care?”
