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“Not necessarily. Logan’s practice wasn’t a solo one, was it?”
“Well, no—”
“So I’m betting one of the other partners knows enough to take over the reins. Our fake Nadler wouldn’t risk jeopardizing his plans by having no one else up-to-date on the lay of the land, so to speak.”
“I guess.” He studied the image for a moment, then pointed to the scar on Nadler’s forehead. “That looks fairly serious. Might be worth checking to see how it was acquired.”
I frowned. “If he is a face-shifter, it wouldn’t matter. He can simply make it disappear when he reverts to his regular self.”
“Yeah, but there’re certain wounds that are impossible for any shifter to heal. Those made with silver, for instance, will always leave a scar, and sometimes the wound can be so deep that scarring is inevitable.” He looked at me. “You should know that, given how many scars your Aunt Riley has.”
Good point. “Can you do a disk print of those for me? And send a copy of the younger and older Nadler to my phone? I’ll need to give the disks to Uncle Rhoan, but I want some images to work with myself.” And at least if I gave him the disk, he wouldn’t be as shitty with me when he realized I’d already copied them. And he would—the tattered state of my clothes would be enough of a giveaway to someone who knew what I was.
Stane nodded, clicked a button, then flicked the pictures into another program on the other side of the desk. “I’ll run a search on all the photos and see if I can find a match on any system.”
“He has to exist somewhere.” He couldn’t disappear off everyone’s radar once he’d left the office—not if he wanted to maintain credibility as Nadler. And he could hardly kill off every single person who currently knew him. That would only make it easier for the Directorate to connect the dots.
Stane rose and walked across to the printer sitting on the coffee table—although just why it was there rather than closer to his bridge was anyone’s guess. He came back with a disk. “All possibilities are recorded on this.”
“Thanks.” I shoved the minute disk into my jeans pocket—there was just enough fabric left to hold it in place. I finished my drink, then pushed to my feet. “We’d better get back.”
He gathered Blake’s disks and handed them to me. “I’ll let you know if we get any hits.”
I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks, Stane.”
He grinned. “My pleasure. As I keep saying, the black market is positively boring after you lot.”
“Well, I’d rather have your boring life than my exciting one at the moment.”
“Everyone always thinks the other person has it better,” was his somewhat philosophical comment. “It’s the way of humanity.”
It might be the way of humanity, but in this case, he was very wrong. I glanced at Azriel. “I’m ready to go.”
He wrapped his arms around me, nodded a good-bye to Stane, and then his energy surged, flooding through me, sweeter and sharper than before. As were the gray fields in the few brief moments between leaving Stane’s and reappearing in Blake’s shed.
“Whoa.” I grabbed Azriel’s arm tightly as the shed reeled around me. I waited until everything settled, then added, “Why did the fields appear so much clearer this time?”
He half shrugged. “Perhaps you’re merely getting used to traveling with me, and therefore are more able to understand what you see.”
Which was totally logical, yet not the real answer—but why I was so certain about this I couldn’t say.
“I usually see delicate-looking structures, but this time they just seemed more solid.” I hesitated. “And there were beings—or at least, wisps of them. Sort of like souls.”
“They could have been souls under escort.” He shrugged again and walked over to Jak. “We’ve lost our watcher, by the way.”
I glanced around—a pointless action when I’d never been able to see our Cazador follower in astral form. “Really?”
“Yes. It would appear he loses the connection when we take alternate form.”
“Then it’s a shame I haven’t the strength to take it more often.” It would have been nice to be able to follow up on leads without Hunter knowing our every move.
Azriel touched Jak on the neck, and disappeared. Jak blinked; then his gaze focused on me and he said, “I guess making a run for it with the disks is out of the question?”
It took me a moment to realize he was continuing the conversation we’d been having before Azriel froze him. “You can try, but that will only lead to the access we’ve been given to the crime site being abruptly withdrawn. Besides, Uncle Rhoan isn’t only half wolf; he’s half vampire, too. You wouldn’t have any hope of outrunning him.”
“So we lose the information we came here to get?” he said, frustration evident in his voice.
“No, we won’t. Just trust me, okay?”
