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started to turn toward the person tapping on his window. The police? Had someone reported a suspicious vehicle? Stupid, falling asleep here.
    It was Frost’s face, though, beyond the dark tinted glass. He came around to the passenger side and got in, sinking the car a bit with his bulk. All muscle, too. “Torus has been trying to get in touch with you.”
    Graves reached for his phone. Dead. “What did he want?” He plugged it into the car charger. He needed to come up with some reason why he hadn’t been looking for Elgin and Bengle.
    “The police identified a person of interest yesterday.” Frost nodded toward Cheyenne’s house. “But I see you’ve already figured out who it is.”
    He’d watched her work on her tiny plants, then returned to his car. He’d told himself he couldn’t take her out with someone else in the house; someone who also held their DNA. When, in truth, he should have killed her and then gone inside to kill whoever was with her. He’d decided, though, to keep her out of the whole hunt. To spare her. Even though he probably would never approach her, he liked that a part of him was out there.
    “The girl didn’t kill Callahan. But I’m thinking someone in her life did. I’ll take care of this. Any luck finding your offspring?”
    “Some. The woman I used to see the most, she’s dead. But she did have a son. No one seems to know anything about him, though, other than he took after the mother’s Native American looks.”
    “Find him.”
    Frost’s mouth tightened. “I’ve been working on it.” He tipped his chin toward the house. “What about the girl? Is she one of us?”
    “She doesn’t have Darkness.” He had a gift for picking up the vibration of those from their dimension from a distance. Darkness had a heavy feel, one that now filled the car. “I haven’t been close enough to sense her vibration, but I don’t think she is.”
    “Then how do you know she doesn’t hold Darkness?”
    Having Frost there was complicating things. “I just know. Go find that kid, Frost. I want this over.”
    “Yes, sir.” He reached for the handle but his gray eyes focused on something beyond him.
    The front door opened and Cheyenne stepped out. She wore a baggy shirt and pants and a baseball cap, a far cry from the picture of the teenager with a tight tank top that revealed breasts too large for a small frame. Her vibration rolled over him, as it had last night.
    A man in a wheelchair rolled out behind her and down the ramp. So he probably lived there. Boyfriend or husband. And one of their kind, too.
    Relief surged through Graves. “He’s one, though, and he holds Darkness. It makes sense. His girl is being harassed, he goes after her stalker. We take care of him and we’re done with this.”
    “Sounds good to me. I’ve already paid for my mistakes once.”
    At her truck, Cheyenne looked over at them. The first person to get suspicious of his car being parked there, and it had to be her. Graves started the engine and pulled away.
    “Holy hell,” Frost said, his head turning to keep staring at her. “That’s your kid, isn’t it? I saw her eyes. She’s one of us, and since you’re so eager to dismiss her—the high and mighty sensor—I’m betting you were screwing around with the humans, too. But you didn’t get caught.” Resentment clipped his words.
    He gave Frost a pointed look. “I don’t have any offspring.” He picked up his phone and called Torus. “I think we’ve found our guy. He’s in a wheelchair but I’m sure he is perfectly mobile—and deadly—when in Darkness. We’ll wait for him to either be alone at the premises or go somewhere where we can take him out, nice and clean.”
    Frost snatched the phone. “Torus, Frost here. We found two of them, actually. The person of interest is this guy’s girlfriend or wife, and she’s one of us, too.”
    Graves gritted his teeth. He heard Torus say, “Excellent. Take them both out. But first, interrogate them,