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"What about your mother?" Cynthia asks, horrified.
My jaw tenses. "She went missing at the same time."
Cynthia closes her eyes briefly. "I'm sorry, Adam."
"Don't be," I say. "They were never much of parents to me anyway, but I was sure Norman was looking for them."
"I saw him today," Cynthia suddenly tells me. "I thought it was my imagination, and I made sure I wasn't followed but-"
"Where?" I whirl around to face her, furious. "Where did you see him? Why are you just telling me now?"
"It was outside the bakery. He was gone as soon as I saw him. I thought I was just seeing things!"
"He must have followed––"
"Nobody followed me home." Cynthia shakes her head. "And what would Norman have to do with this?"
She has a point. I can't see Norman having anything to do with this. He's always needed our parents to bail him out of situations.
"It doesn't matter." I close the box. "Someone knows where you are. Someone who killed Jonathon."
I see a strange look pass over Cynthia's face, and my eyes narrow. "What is it?"
"There is one person who had it out for me before I left, the same person who gave me the documents to start a new life." Cynthia frowns. "That night I left, Watson was waiting outside. He wanted me out of your life. I never told anyone, but Tony saw him."
My eyes tighten. "Watson was the one who gave you this identity?"
I nod.
This isn't good.
I take out my phone and dial the number of one of my most trusted people. When he answers, I say, my voice sharp, "Look into Cynthia Morrighan. Dig into everything, financials and socials. Leave no stone uncovered."
"What are you doing?" Cynthia demands, looking angry now.
I end the call and look at her. "Watson isn't as simple as you would think. If he wanted you out of my life, he would havekilled you. There's a reason behind everything he does. If he gave you an identity, he's up to something."
Seeing how pale she gets, I try to reassure her. "Don't worry. Whatever he tries to do, I'll deal with it. In the meantime, we need to figure out who sent this 'gift'. I think you and Riya should shift to another one of your properties."
"Properties?" Cynthia looks taken aback. "I have properties in Detroit?"
Despite the grim situation, I want to smile. "You have properties all over the world, sweetheart. But you have a very secure house on the outskirts of the city. We'll move there tonight. Now, stay here. I'll be right back."
She doesn't stop me, and I walk out the door, box in my hand.
My eyes harden in rage the moment the door closes behind me. Someone dared to send my mate such a gruesome parcel? What if Riya had seen it?
I make my way to the rooftop and as soon as I step out, three masked men jump in front of me, kneeling.
I throw the box at them, and one of them opens it.
Their expressions don't change.
"Norman was following her. Why haven't you been able to find him?"
"We've tried, but he's not staying at any hotel. Somebody is concealing him."
"I assigned three of you to be with her at all times! How did you not see him?" My voice is sharp like whiplash, and one of the men gets to his feet.
