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and the third is a phlebotomist in Dayton. I’ll set up an alert to track any news items involving the name.”
    I nodded, my nerves jumping. I’d done the same thing for Dalton after I changed his memory. I basically cyber-stalked him until Misha found out, talked me into letting him watch over Dalton, and promised to tell me if anything important happened.
    My phone rang, and I picked it up from the table and glanced at the screen. Griffin. I held up the phone and showed it to Misha. Griffin wasn’t supposed to call me until later today. I glowered at Misha, who held up his hands, palms out, in defense.
    “Don’t look at me. I didn’t call him.”
    I went into my office and closed the door to escape Misha’s big ears. “Hello.”
    “Hello, my sweet.”
    My heart beat a little faster at his endearment. “How are things going?”
    “Good. I’m packing now and will leave shortly.”
    I sat at my desk. “You don’t have to come home early on my account.”
    “I’m not. Our meetings ended early. What’s wrong, Kyle?”
    Crap. “Nothing.”
    “You’re lying to me.”
    I let out a huff. “You can’t smell my emotions through the phone, shifter.”
    “No, but I can hear them in your voice.”
    I hesitated. This “being honest” stuff was taxing my nerves. “I had another incident.”
    “With the Key?”
    “Yes.”
    He growled.
    “I’m fine. I was with Jean Luc, and he helped me. It wasn’t as bad as the time in Vegas.”
    “We need to find a way to stop this.”
    I ran my palm along the pockmarks on my wooden desk. “We will.”
    “What triggered it?”
    “We have a new case.” And I spent the next few minutes filling him in.
    “Be careful, Kyle.”
    “I’m glad you’re coming home.” I took a deep breath. “I miss you.”
    A low rumbling sound came through the phone.
    “Did you purr?”
    “Yes.”
    “ Awww. Does Lion King need some nooky?”
    He groaned. “Don’t play with me on the phone, Kyle. I can’t handle it.”
    I laughed. “I’ll find some way to make it up to you when you get home.”
    He groaned again. “You’re going to pay when I get my hands on you.”
    “ Promises, promises .”

Chapter 5

    Could a person explode from eating too much Pad Thai? I stuck my chopsticks in the takeout box and set it on the table. Misha gazed at the box like it was a long lost lover, and I pushed it to him to finish. I had never seen anyone eat the way he did. He chalked it up to his demon metabolism.
    Talia snickered from her spot on the couch next to Jean Luc. “Watching him eat is like watching a Three Stooges movie. You keep telling yourself it’ll be over soon, but it just keeps going.”
    “Hey! I like the Stooges,” Misha protested.
    I grinned. “Of course you do, Mish.”
    Jean Luc’s phone rang, and he answered it. “Yes, Captain. We are all here. Let me put you on speaker.” He set the phone on the table. “Go ahead, sir.”
    “I just finished talking to the museum director, and she can’t find anything missing from the exhibits.”
    “I don’t buy it,” I said.
    Morrison paused for a second before answering. “Do you think she’s lying?”
    “I’m not sure. What’s her name?”
    “Cynthia Hamilton.”
    Misha entered the name into his laptop.
    I continued. “David told us the assailant’s backpack seemed heavy. I think they need to dig a little deeper and figure out what’s missing. And fast.”
    “Have you gotten results from the autopsy?” Jean Luc asked.
    “Pending the blood work sent off for testing, the ME has ruled the cause of death as a broken neck. We found no trace evidence of the assailant on Carl Willis or in the special exhibits room where Carl was killed.”
    “Can you send us some samples from the scene?” Jean Luc asked.
    “It’ll be tricky, but I’ll work on it.”
    “And can you email me a copy of the autopsy results?” Misha asked.
    “Sure. I’ll also put a fire under the director’s rear and see if she can figure out what