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good, and dangerous. He’d wager a million at least that she could already name every piece of property in question. Probably had the list in a pocket somewhere. “Quite a few. They are very effective as preventative measures. I’d have to check to be certain of the exact number, but if you like, I could fax you a list.”
    “Thank you. I’d like that.”
    Rafe exited the vehicle and ordered a surprised Simon to return the detective to her car, which was most certainly parked somewhere near his offices.
    “That won’t be necessary.”
    “On the contrary, I insist. Good day, Detective Lyons.”
    As he watched the limousine pull away, he flipped open his cell phone.
     

     
    Courteous and sculpted to perfection, Rafael Stone made a memorable first impression. He also remained a puzzle for Mackenzie after their face-to-face meeting.
    He was younger than she’d expected, which added to her perception of vigor. A man needed ambition and discipline, backed by talent and intelligence, to reach such heights at his age. Some men spent years climbing over others’ backs to garner an ounce of the captivating power that rolled off Stone in waves. Strong, smart, and no doubt arrogant.
    The latter usually turned her off, but she’d liked his smooth, casual demeanor. That slight curl to his lips. She wondered what would unsettle Stone’s foundations.
    Despite his lavish choice of transportation and the tailored suits he wore, which probably cost more than a month of her pay, he was not just a handsome face. Something about those dark, mysterious brown eyes told her there was much more to the wealthy entrepreneur than he presented to the world. Still, with those features combined with that body and commanding presence… No wonder photographers chased him with cameras ready.
    She was still thinking of jet-black hair and fathomless eyes when she reached her office to find her chair occupied by a hazel-eyed brunette with a crew cut and a badge.
    “Coop, get out of my chair.” She shoved his size eleven snakeskin boots off the corner of her desk.
    “You cost me twenty bucks, Mac.”
    “How much did you bet?”
    “Five.”
    “Four-to-one odds? You should’ve had more faith in me.”
    She sat and picked up the fax draped across her keyboard. The man was efficient. She’d give him that. Stone’s computer-generated list included a few properties that weren’t on hers. Flipping to the last page, she smiled at the bold strokes of a handwritten note.
     
    Enjoyed our private chat.
    Until next time.
    Rafe.
     
    Cooper propped half his butt on the corner of her desk, his heel banging into the side. “One day, Mac.”
    “You put a dent in my desk, Coop...”
    He ignored her. “Not even one day. Hours. Damn, what’d you do? Kidnap the man?”
    “I’d have to get within five miles of him to do that, now wouldn’t I?”
    Cooper’s eyes narrowed. “Are you saying you didn’t actually see Stone today?”
    “I saw him. He volunteered his services to help in the investigation.”
    He pointed at the fax. “What’s that ‘private’ chat all about?”
    “We spoke while riding in his car across town. And this is to let me know I’ll be seeing him again.”
    “Yeah, well, you apparently made quite an impression. Gabriel Stone called before you arrived. He wants to see you, too, and left a number. Here.” He handed her a note, but the phone rang before she could lift the receiver to make the call.
    “Lyons.”
    “Mac, you may want to come down to the morgue. I’ve got something on your John Doe.”
    She sensed, more than heard, the urgency in Tancock’s voice. “I’m on my way.”
     

     
    “Any new leads?” Rafe asked the moment his brother walked in the room.
    “On the vanishings or the homicide?” Gabriel’s face, so much like his own, showed serious focus in the firm lines and drawn brow.
    “Either.”
    “No more missing Lycans. As for the murder? No reports of any rogue sightings in the metropolitan area.