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Usually I played it up, but I was rapidly changing my mind about wanting Jace O’Neal to be afraid of me. He had enough scary shit in his life without me piling on more.

“I’ve listened a lot to doctors in the last couple of years, but none of them offered to do much for him except to load him up with more drugs. I don’t put much faith in doctors anymore—not even in their diagnoses.”

“Who takes care of him while you’re at work? Your mother?”

“No, the lady next door. Her name is May Anderson.”

Conway got to his feet. “I think I’ll go have a chat with Mrs. Anderson.”

“But why?” he asked in a sharp tone. “She doesn’t have anything to do with any of this.”

“Why don’t you just let me handle my investigation, Mr. O’Neal?”

Jace flushed and lowered his gaze. There seemed to be a pattern with Jace O’Neal. He would get defiant and even buck up at us, but then one harsh word would make him fall right back into line. He’d been well trained, and I knew who’d done that training. He thought we were detectives and was a little afraid of us.

Theo Conway and I weren’t detectives in any kind of way, of course, though we’d certainly allowed Jace to think so. Apparently, Atlanta detectives wore fedora hats, which had worked in our favor, since Conway and I both affected them too.

Hunters liked to show off a bit. Okay, maybe more than a bit. We took a lot of pride in what we did, even though only a few even knew of our existence, and we tried to reflect that in our appearance. It was a matter of honor for us that we were members of an organization that dated all the way back to a third century bishop who set out to rid Paris of vampires.

Conway nodded at me as he got to his feet to go talk to Jace’s neighbor. “I’ll just be a minute.”

He left and I went back to my questions. “Okay. I have another question about some emails you sent to Malone.”

“Emails? I never sent him any emails. I texted him or called him.”

“I have a copy of the emails right here.”

I pulled a paper from his file and slid it over to him. “How do you account for these?”

He looked down at them and I saw his face change as he read them. They were all emails addressed to Malone. All threatening. Things like,I hate you! I’m going to kill you.

“Where did you get this? These are all lies. I never wrote any of these! None of these came from me!”

“Stop your shouting, and don’t get so excited. These all came from your computer at work, Jace.”

“That’s impossible! I never sent those.”

“Okay, calm down, I said. Does anyone else have access to your computer?”

“Everyone at work, I guess.”

“Do any of them have a grudge against you?”

“No, not like this!”

“Not going to tell you again to stop shouting, Jace.”

He glared at me, but I could see him trying to calm himself down. “What are you saying? That I did something to Dylan? That’s ridiculous.”

We both kept staring at him, making him nervous.

“Do I need a lawyer?”

“I don’t know,” Conway said. “Do you think you do?”

“I don’t know what to think. All of this is crazy.”

“What about passwords?” I asked.

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