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them pertain to what I’m guessing you’re here to see him for.”
    Okay, so the first thing Lilah did was take a step back because she didn’t like the feel of that nightstick, as it was positioned just beneath her breasts. Second, she looked down at herself, noted the thigh-length dress she wore, the scooped neck that required her to wear a tank top underneath, and the strappy but flat sandals. Nothing about this outfit said, “I’m a hooker so definitely treat me like one.” Instead it said, “Hey, I’m as wholesome as apple pie, please give me what I want.”
    Clearly, Super Mean Cop hadn’t received that memo.
    â€œI’m just here to talk to him about something. About some tests he performed on a friend of mine.” That was only a partial lie. It was a good thing lying had become a big component of her daily life since her father died.
    â€œUh-huh, sure you are,” Super Mean said, pointing that nightstick at her as if she were going to either poke her with it or beat her to death—either/or, Lilah wasn’t in the mood.
    She reached around to her side to slide her hand into her purse.
    â€œI wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Super Mean warned.
    Lilah looked at her then sighed. “You wouldn’t dig into your purse to get your cell phone so you could call Croy DiLaurent and have him come out here to get you?”
    Super Mean shook her head, huge gold hoops that looked ridiculous with her rent-a-cop uniform moving with her motion.
    â€œThat’s right. I would keep my hands where they could be seen if I were standing in front of an officer of the law.”
    Lilah couldn’t help it, she smirked at that remark. Then she thrust her hand farther into her purse until she could feel her phone, and her Mace.
    â€œWell, then I guess it’s a good thing you’re not an officer of the law, but a lowly rent-a-cop instead,” she taunted as she pulled out her phone.
    This wasn’t the first time her impulsiveness had gotten her into trouble and a few moments later, as Lilah pushed up from the concrete that had almost had an intimate meeting with her face, she figured it wouldn’t be her last. She hadn’t anticipated that even though Super Mean didn’t have a gun, she did have about a hundred and eighty pounds on Lilah and proved just how true that was by picking Lilah up by the collar and tossing her out into the parking lot.
    But Lilah was not to be deterred. Finding the source of the only DNA known to match the species they had in custody was imperative to the project. As for Lilah personally, she could not care less about this top-secret project. She was in this solely for the money and if she didn’t get what she was promised after going through all this, Larry Crowe was going to regret the day he’d ever met her.

 
    Chapter 3
    Ezra had set his alarm for seven a.m. He needed to be at Comastaz no later than nine, but first had a meeting with Bas and Jacques. The ride to the lab was only thirty minutes from the resort. He’d timed it on the two occasions he’d gone out to scout the location.
    Ten minutes after slamming his hand over the blaring clock Ezra stood beneath the warm spray of water coming from the showerhead. He’d adjusted it a few days after his arrival to the perfect setting—hard. He loved the persistent pelt of the water against his skin, or rather his cat loved it. With that thought, he flattened his palms on the tile, lowering his head and letting the water run fluidly down his back. Normally jaguars weren’t big fans of water, but Shadows were different from the cats they originated from, just as they weren’t identical to the humans that also contributed to their DNA. They were a one-of-a-kind species and that came with a price.
    The muscles in his back relaxed as his cat stretched beneath, extending its length and leaving Ezra with a slightly rejuvenated feeling.