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killer - and if Brodie’s theory was correct then that was what Lucas Thorne was because there were at least fifteen faces here - would slice the faces off his victims and put them up on public display for the whole world to see. There was a coating on the faces, she had no idea what but it gave them all a slight shine, the ones in the brighter light looking as though they were sweating.
    “Here he is,” said Jennifer, rousing Cass from her musings, her normally impassive voice filled with excitement.
    Lucas Thorne was one of those men who made an entrance wherever he went, even when he wasn’t trying. It began as an excited whisper rippling around the room. Everyone turned to look as a side door opened and in strode a tall slender figure, long black coat swirling around him, a silver-topped walking cane elegantly cradled in one hand.
    In one fluid move the coat was swept from his shoulders by a lackey, who then sidestepped so Lucas was revealed in all his glory. His suit was entirely black, making his long ash blond hair stand out. Cass knew he was attractive, she’d seen photos of him but she hadn’t realised just how stunning he actually was. His most striking feature was his eyes - bright green, the pupils elongated and curved, giving him cat’s eyes. Apparently he suffered from some sort of eye condition but it only added to his appeal. His mouth was alluringly pouty, cheekbones you could cut your fingers on.
    He moved through the crowd, not looking at anyone, staring straight ahead as though the room were empty, the thud of the cane hitting the floor the only sound. As he passed Cass she turned her head to watch and the ripple of her waist length hair caught his eye. He turned ever so slightly, she spied a flash of green cat’s eyes, then he was gone.
    “Was that it?” Cass asked Jennifer.
    “No, that was just a teaser. He likes to keep his audience hanging.”
    “Bit pretentious, isn’t it?” she replied, following that tall shadow as it disappeared through a door at the far end of the room.
    “He’s an artist, he can get away with being eccentric.”
    “Anyone else would be called a prick.”
    Jennifer was amused. “It seems Brodie’s rubbed off on you.”
    “He has that effect.”
    “I’m curious, what’s it like working for a man like Brodie MacBride?”
    “It’s certainly an adventure,” she smiled.
    Jennifer did a double take at the wistfulness in Cass’s eyes. “I didn’t know you were a couple.”
    “We’re not,” snapped Cass. “What made you say that?”
    “Sorry, it was just the look you gave. Sorry,” she repeated when Cass stared at her in outrage.
    Cass was disconcerted. She’d thought she was always so careful to conceal her feelings for Brodie. He’d no interest in her and she would not ruin their friendship by allowing him to find out. After one amazing night of really hot sex he’d offered her a job while making it perfectly clear that he didn’t date the staff. She’d accepted because she’d needed the work and she enjoyed the job but it meant Brodie was off limits to her. Not that he’d shown any interest in her since, so she’d resigned herself to forever being his friend, which was difficult as he attracted a lot of female attention with those beautiful whisky-coloured eyes, tousled dark hair and strapping six foot one frame. This had led to her attempting to deal with extreme feelings of jealousy by dating men completely inappropriate for her just to try and make him jealous in turn, which never seemed to work. It was also seriously screwing up her love life because, after dating a series of losers and getting nowhere, she was starting to become disillusioned with men. At forty one Brodie was fourteen years older than her, but that had never mattered.
    However her main concern right then was the microphone in her dress, allowing him to hear every word Jennifer had just said. But there was a lot of background noise so hopefully he’d missed the