arenât you?â
âThat is not the answer to my question, Mrâ¦. Adams, is it?â
âYou havenât aged,â he muttered. âThat photo I ran of you was ten years old. I couldnât find any more recent onesââ
âThere arenât any more recent ones.â
âBut you havenât changedâ¦exceptââ
âIâm paler, I know. I am not, Mr. Adams, pink. Now, will you tell me what I need to know?â
He shook his head. âNo. Iâ¦I canât.â
Sighing, she looked at Jack. âMake him tell me, Jack.â
Nodding, Jack said, âI was getting hungry anyway.â Then he bared his fangs and jerked the man out of bed by the collar of his pajamas. Jack held him a foot above the floor.
The manâs scream was pathetic and loud.
Jack gripped Lesâs chin and tipped his head back, moving closer to his throat.
âDonât! Donât. Iâll tell you! It was Argent.â
Topaz blinked in shock. âKimber Argent? The woman who owns Avalon?â
âNo. Her husband, Albert. He recognized you as soon as he saw you.â
âWe never met face-to-face,â she said.
âHeâs right next door in the apartment. Besides, he has cameras all over that place. He feeds me stories all the time. Makes more money for me than any other source. Hell, that villa of his is bugged till hell wonât have it. Thereâs video surveillance, too, but Argent says itâs malfunctioning or something. Celebrities stay there all the time, and I get a ton of gossip on them from him.â
Topaz muttered, âI should have guessed. So who broke in there tonight? Was it you, looking for more dirt?â
âSomeone broke in?â he asked, wide-eyed.
âYes, someone broke in. Was it you?â she repeated, growing impatient.
âNo!â He swung his gaze from her to Jack and back again, afraid, she thought, that they didnât believe him. âI wouldnât need to break in, Argent would let me in if I asked him. But I havenât asked. And I wonât.â He was clearly terrified. âLook, Iâm sorry. I didnât know you wereâwhatever the hell you are. Iâll fix it. Iâll print a retraction, say it was all a mistake.â
âIâm afraid the damage has been done, Mr. Adams,â Jack said. He dropped the man back onto the bed. âYouâll sleep now. Youâll remember this as a bad dream, nothing more. And you wonât run any more stories about Tanya DuFrane, no matter how tempting those stories might be.â
âI wonât. I promise. Iââ
âSleep.â Jack said the word firmly, with a piercing gaze, and the man sank back onto his pillows. His eyes fell closed. âIt was a bad dream,â Jack whispered, leaning closer. âIt was nothing but a nightmare. We were never here.â
Topaz touched his arm. âYou could have used that same technique to get him to talk in the first place, you know.â
âOf course I know. But scaring the hell out of him was much more fun. Besides, he had it coming. Bottom-feeding slug.â
She didnât entirely disagree with him, she thought as they walked out of the manâs house.
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âWhere are you taking me?â she asked as Jack drove through the rapidly fading night. âThis isnât the way back to Avalon Mansion.â
âItâs almost dawn. Surely you donât want to spend the day there.â
âThat was the plan.â
He sent her a look of disbelief. âWeâre completely defenseless when we sleep. You have no idea who broke in there, and they could come back.â
âWhat for? They already searched the place and took what they wanted.â
Jack drew a breath. âUnless what they wanted was you.â
âDonât be melodramatic.â
âIâm not. Topaz, consider what youâre doing here. Youâre trying to
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