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    “I’m not catching anything to tie them together.” I put down the woven rose shrug. “They all seem like normal people.”
    Stannett frowned. “Not helpful.”
    “Sorry. My tracking sense might decide to wake up later, or a vision might hit. I’ll let you know if that happens.” That was all I could offer through the headache determinedly smashing my brain. Heavy emotion left tracks, and I’d had to deal with the impressions left by seven terrified people as they died painful deaths.
    Nick put his hand on my back. “She’s finished.”
    “Go home and rest,” Damian said. “Let us know if you gain any insights.”
    “I will.”
    The four of us trooped out of the morgue into bright sunlight. I repressed a groan, digging in my purse for my shades. My phone went off, the first few bars of “Dancing in the Moonlight” playing. “It’s Logan. See you later, Damian.”
    “Bye.”
    I answered while we walked toward Nick’s truck. “Hey.”
    “Hi. I don’t suppose there’s any chance you could come by today? I have a couple more things I need your signature on.”
    “Sure. In fact, we can head over now,” I said, ignoring Nick’s frown as he opened the passenger door for me.
    “Good. See you shortly.”
    “Yeah, bye.” Call ended, I looked at Nick. “What?”
    “You’re in pain, yet Logan calls, and you’re jumping to respond.”
    “I want my car back. He can’t order parts and stuff without my okay.”
    Nick shut the door once I was inside, and started right back up as soon as he slid behind the wheel. “It could wait.”
    “I want my car back.” I buckled the seat belt. My friends understood what my car meant to me, but Nick didn’t really get it. Plus, he had a jealousy problem where the older shifter was concerned. “You’d miss your truck if you didn’t have it.”
    “I’d drive one of the pack vehicles.”
    Releasing a groan, I laid my head back. “Until you have a car or truck you fall in love with, you’re not going to understand why my car is so important to me.”
    He started the engine. “You sure it’s the car?”
    “Oh, you didn’t just…argh.” Lifting my head, I snatched off my shades to glare at him. “What is your problem with Logan? You aren’t jealous of Damian or David.”
    “They’re human.”
    “Debatable, since they’re witches—I mean warlocks. But what the hell does that have to do with anything?”
    Lips compressed, Nick didn’t answer. I pushed. “Seriously, is this one of those canine versus feline things? Because you guys are part human too, and really shouldn’t let…”
    “I don’t like him, okay?” The words burst out of him. “He’s conveniently around whenever you’re alone and in trouble. He’s conveniently a mechanic who could fix your car. Everything about him is too damn convenient.”
    “I…you…he was a mechanic before my car got trashed. He lives in the Palisades, Nick. It’s not like he can make my tracking sense flip on or anything.” I nearly poked an eye out, putting my shades back on. “And he is not around every time I run into trouble. Besides that, he covered your ass when you were down when we were fighting demons. You should be nicer to him for that, if nothing else.”
    His jaw set before Nick ground out, “He likes you.”
    “I hope so, since we’re friends and he’s putting my car back together.” I released a sharp sigh. “Look, you don’t need to be jealous of him. You’re the guy I’m seeing and sleeping with. I picked you, remember?”
    “Before you met him.”
    “Oh for God’s sake.” I threw both hands into the air. “Dude, seriously, drop it right now. I’m getting mad.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you obviously don’t trust me, that’s why. Thanks a lot.” I folded my arms across my chest and turned my head to stare out the window. A few minutes of silence and a mile of honey mesquite passed.
    “I trust you, Cordi.”
    I snorted. “Sure.”
    “I