My gut was a knot of nasty little tangles as I turned into my parking lot. The light shone down on Damon’s Charger and I looked down at my phone, tried to figure out just why his home number was still showing up— He’d programmed it. Set a trap for me, like the cagey cat he was. Fear knocked hard against my ribs as I glanced around. No sign of Banner. Would they make a move here? If they did, I could stop it. I had the letter from Es. But what was the deal with Justin? He knew how important this was, so why hadn’t he called me back? This was messed up. Had they discovered the death of Marlowe? Immediately, I wanted to kick myself. Of course they had. And that would explain why Justin hadn’t returned my calls. He was busy investigating my boyfriend—Banner was trying to find a way to slip a noose around Damon’s neck and Justin was trying to work the case so that didn’t happen. Fuck this mess. Sideways and to hell and back. Had somebody seen him out there? Well, other than corpses and Xavier.
