“Did Mr. Wood act surprised knowing that they had his address?” He stepped forward, on the prowl to the couch.
“Um… Actually, I think I just said I went to the wrong address. I don’t know if I ever mentioned specifically that Marriage Match had it.”
He sat down. “How did you receive this address?
“The message came from Marriage Match.”
“Dammit.” He sighed heavily and leaned back. “That doesn’t help. Mr. Valentine would have covered his tracks there if it was him.”
I turned my attention to the window and stared outside into the dark night. “I think…”
“What?”
“Well, there is something that’s a little off.”
“Explain.” His gaze darted to me. “All the details.”
“The worker who did my application. You asked if anyone was excited about Alaric and I getting together. He was excited and big like a shifter.” Furrowed brows, I thought for a moment. “That’s random, though. I may be reaching a little too far.”
“What did he look like?”
I snorted. “I actually have a picture of him. He sent it to me.” I shook my head. “Mr. Valentine wouldn’t do that. He’d never willingly show his face.”
“When you see the predator it’s already too late,” he murmured absently, staring off into nothing. His forehead wrinkled, and his gaze found mine again, a new urgency in his tone. “Show me the picture.”
I shrugged and tapped on my bracelet, scrolling through to find it. I mumbled, “I doubt this is him. This guy was nice.”
“Anyone can be nice when they have an agenda.” Jonathan sat up on the couch, coming to attention.
I stopped on the picture. Tapped it, and a hologram appeared before me with my smiling face and his next to mine. “That’s him. He did the application for me.”
Jonathan froze on the couch next to me.
His jaw started to slacken slightly and then snapped closed. His teethclickedin the quiet of the room. He gargled an odd noise in the back of his throat, a half choke of some sort.
I scanned his profile, my heart rate speeding. “Do you know him?”
One short nod.
“And?” I probed.
Jonathan shook his head. “This can’t be right.”
“In what way?”
We were on the edge of a cliff, dangling over.
He hissed, “That shifter is dead.”
