The Sinclairs might not appreciate it, but the rangers sure would. Right now, they were desperate for the slightest scrap that could lead them toward the killer.
"So make an anonymous phone call."
"Not from the mansion, you can't. The phones are tapped."
Thanks for the warning, Neva thought. "Who by?"
"Zeke ordered it, apparently."
"Why?"
"Who knows? Maybe he just wants to be sure none of his get have murderous intents."
If that had been his plan, it would hardly be common knowledge. It defeated the purpose.
Betise glanced skyward and stepped away from the fountain. "I have another dance to get to. You here day and night?"
"Unfortunately."
Something flashed in Betise's pale eyes. Annoyance. Or envy, perhaps. "Then I'll see you tomorrow night." She spun away and walked toward the row of aspens and red-trunk pines.
Neva took another sip of water then glanced at the ballroom. As much as she didn't want to go back in there, she needed to find out who danced with each of the Sinclair brothers. She couldn't risk asking anyone and raising suspicions, which left her with only one option — watching them. And on a night like this, and in a place like this, that wasn't going to be an easy task.
* * * *
Duncan glanced at the side exit for the umpteenth time. Neva had left a few minutes ago, and if she didn't return very soon, he was going after her. Though he really doubted that she'd risk meeting her employer right now, he couldn't take the chance she wasn't. "Any progress?" Zeke asked softly.
Duncan shook his head, switching his gaze from the door to René as his brother began talking to a pretty redhead. "Did you manage to get a copy of the autopsy report?"
"My source doesn't want to risk being seen by anyone he knows, so he's not coming here until after four."
By which time, only a few diehards would be left here at the dance. "Who's that redhead René's with?"
Zeke hesitated. "Rozin, I think her name is. Why? Fancy her yourself, do you?"
Duncan gave his father a wry smile. "Hardly. I've got my hands full with our little spy."
Zeke's dark eyes gleamed with amusement. "Wolves from the golden tribe can be surprisingly wanton once they shuck the restraints."
Neva hadn't yet thrown off her restraints, but the wildness within was certainly beginning to show. "Is Rozin one of René's regulars?"
Zeke frowned. "Not that I know of, though he's certainly been with her a few times this phase. Why?"
He swept his gaze around the room looking for his other brothers. "What about Tye and Kane?"
"Kane's got two regulars left alive, Tye one."
"If the killer is going after the lovers of your get, it might be wise to arrange watchers on those women. The last thing we need right now is another death."
Zeke nodded. "Arranged it this afternoon."
"I hope they're discreet. You know how Tye feels about being watched."
"A fact the first guard I'd placed on his mate discovered a little too quickly. The second is keeping a more sensible distance."
Zeke's voice was dry, and Duncan smiled. "And well out of the range of Tye's fist, I gather."
"Exactly." Zeke paused. "The rangers want to fingerprint the five of us."