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scanning the complex. I didn't see him lurking anywhere around, but the thought of imminent danger made me pick up the pace, replacing the equipment and circling the complex—this time as quickly as possible.
    No Wynn. Anywhere .
    My terror grew, the hair on the back of my neck prickling as I pictured him sneaking up behind me, a dangerous-looking pistol, complete with silencer, clutched in one of his very capable hands. A glance over my shoulder assured me my imagination was working lots of overtime.
    From the pool came the sound of splashing. Jeanette Porter and her two little ones were out, determined to take advantage of the cool water before it got any hotter and the pool got too rowdy for the smaller kids. I waved at her while my eyes scanned the front of the complex again.
    I couldn't put my finger on it, but up on the second floor, things didn't look right or feel right. And JoJo, the manager, hadn't stopped me once this morning when normally she was a total pain in my ass.
    I skirted the pool as quickly as I could, picturing her fat ass laid out behind her desk, blood pooling around her body. Yeah, JoJo and I weren't exactly friends, and she wasn't exactly fat, just a dim-witted twat who'd gotten the job because she was engaged to the building's owner.
    From JoJo's empty office came the sound of the Rolling Stones whining about satisfaction. Get in line.
    Dismissing the thought of Jojo, I slipped up the stairs as silently as possible. The leaves of the shrubs around the pool rattled, and a nearby wind chime nearly sent me out of my skin as a sudden breeze came whipping through the complex. Nothing else moved, but something wasn't right. I felt it in my gut.
    A dozen or so slow steps and I was at my apartment door. It wasn't open, but it wasn't quite closed either, and I knew Clyde hadn't left it open. I stood there, palms sweaty, ears straining for any signs of what I might find inside.
    Nothing, damnit.
    I exhaled, releasing the lip I'd absently caught between my teeth. One last look around the complex and I used my free hand to give the door a gentle push. It caught on the carpet, opening only six or seven inches, but that was enough. Wynn stood in front of a shelf full of framed photos, holding Clyde.
    "What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, pushing the door open farther. "And how'd you get in?"
    He never even flinched at the sound of my voice. "Waiting for you. JoJo let me in. Said she'd give you a holler and let you know I was here," he replied, turning to face me.
    "He bites." I stepped inside, cautiously scanning the room for any other hidden intruders.
    "JoJo—"
    "No, Clyde bites. I haven't spoken to Jojo this morning. Now, what are you doing here?"
    "I've decided Cielo might be a nice place to start over, so I went to see JoJo this morning and rented myself an apartment...neighbor."
    Bullshit! He was no more starting over than Clyde was. Whoever Wynn was and whatever he wanted, he wouldn't get it from me. 'Cause I'd be long gone by sundown.

Chapter Six
    The slack-jawed expression on Bonnie's face was worth the cost and inconvenience of taking up residence in Cielo's only apartment complex for a week, and not much more. Especially after the shock Wynn had experienced at the sight of golden-eyed Clyde lounging on the back of her ratty old couch and the photos of Karen and Kevin Lyons displayed on the shelf behind him.
    The bottom had fallen out of his stomach at the sight of the photos, and, more importantly, at the realization he'd slept with his quarry. And he was an idiot.
    And he knew Clyde was a cat, not some mysterious kid she kept locked in a closet somewhere while she went barhopping. The little heart hanging from his collar said so, damn her.
    Back to the matter at hand...Bonnie James looked nothing like Julie Burt.
    Through narrowed eyes, he took a hard look at Bonnie, seeing a bit of a resemblance now that he had her family photos to compare her to. At the very least, they could have been