Johannes had been busy at the vid feed, so Max worked through e-mails and documents on his wrist computer while he ate. “It’s nearly time,” he said, glancing at an antique grandfather clock. “What are you up to over there?” Johannes looked up. The skin around his eyes was pinched with worry. “Take a few deep breaths, friend.” Max straightened from where he’d been slumped in his chair. “What?” “I hacked into Audrey’s personal vid feed, the one from her apartment.” Johannes dropped his gaze. Max launched himself from his chair and flew across the room. He grabbed Johannes’ arm and peered at the wall screen. “Tell me.” “The last couple of nights, she’s been digging up intel on the shifter underground.” “Not possible. You must be mistaken.” “Max.” Johannes pried his hand off his arm. “It’s all right there. Look.” He clicked a few keys, and the display flared to life. “Shit.” A dull, lead weight settled in Max’s chest as he studied the screen.
