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"One of her exes owns the Lygon Towers, and lives on the top floor. We've tried contacting him, but there's no answer."
If he also happened to be one of Cherry's exes, then there was probably very good reason for him not answering. Like, death at the hands of a bloodthirsty, sex-crazed cat. "Send me the address."
"Will do. Oh, and Jack just said to make sure tracking and sound are on."
"Jack's a nag." I hung up and flicked the small button in my ear, turning on the tracker and the sound. They'd hear me if I yelled for help, but I couldn't actually hear them unless I flicked the button again.
Kade was frowning. "Why would the bakeneko go straight from one kill to another? From what I've seen of cats, they tend to sleep off a kill."
"Maybe that's what she's doing. Maybe she figures it'll be safe to hide out in the apartment of one of Jenny's exes." I shrugged. This thing was a cat, so who really knew how its thought processes worked? "But the Porsche is parked there, so that's where we go."
He grinned and flung an arm around my shoulder, his fingers casually brushing one breast. Even through the thickness of my coat and sweater, I felt the heat of that caress. But then, I knew just what those clever fingers could do. Unfortunately, they wouldn't be doing anything clever to me any time soon, and not just because we had an insane killer to catch.
"You know I'll follow you anywhere," he said, amusement enriching his warm tone. "I'll also do you anywhere, but you won't let me."
"Once you've seen Jack really angry, you'll understand why," I said wryly. "In the meantime, you have to drive. At least that'll keep your hands busy."
"I drive an automatic. There's plenty of scope for my hands to play."
I snorted softly and stepped out from under his arm. "You're incorrigible."
"I'm a horse-shifter. We have sex on the brain."
"Let's try to concentrate on catching our killer, huh?"
He shook his head sorrowfully. "You're just no fun anymore."
"Oh, I'm still party central, it's just that you're not on the invite list anymore." I pushed him lightly toward the ramp. "Lead the way, horse man. We have a killer to stop."
The apartment building belonging to Jenny's ex was set right in the heart of busy Lygon Street, and close to the Blue Moon. The heavy thump of old rock-and-roll music ran across the incessant hum of traffic and brought a smile to my lips as I climbed out of the car.
I hadn't been back to the Rocker since they'd switched to more modern music to attract the younger crowd on the weekends, but it was nice to know they hadn't totally abandoned the old-style music that had made them one of the more popular wolf clubs. Maybe I could start visiting them again, now that my version of celibacy was basically over.
But even as that thought crossed my mind, doubt stirred. Was I really ready to dive headfirst into being a free and easy wolf again? Part of me whispered yes, but another part - the part that still ached - said no. I had Quinn and, right now, that was enough.
Especially considering Quinn himself was more than able to break my heart again.
I turned and studied the building in front of me. It was modern in style - all glass, metal, and sharp angles - and, to my eye at least, there was nothing appealing about it. Not even its closeness to the wolf clubs would have enticed me to live here. Even from the outside, it just didn't feel "open" enough.
Kade led the way into the building, and an elevator swept us up to the top floor. There was only one door on this floor, but ringing the doorbell got no response.
"You want me to break in?" Kade asked, a "dare me" smile teasing his lips.
I raised an eyebrow. "I thought your wild youth was spent breaking in to old cars, not homes and apartments."
"No, I said I'd done some things that would make your hair curl." The teasing smile stretched, becoming sexy enough to curl my toes. "Why do you think I ended up in the military? It was either that or jail."
"So those wild ways caught up with you?"
"Actually, my dad caught up with me. He was a cop. Bad move, having a cop for a dad, I can tell you."
"I can imagine." I waved a hand at the door. "You sure you can get this open? Electronic locks have gotten a whole lot tougher since your wild days."
"Yeah, but I've always kept my hand in. Just in case." He got what looked like a small black box out of his pocket and pressed it against the key-reader. A second later, there was a beep and the door clicked open.
I gave him a deadpan look. "You carry an electronic lock picker in your pocket?"
"Saves breaking down doors and getting a sore shoulder."
