Not that it would matter if he came in astral form.
"Be careful, won't you? I'd hate to see—"
"Risa, I've been doing this for more years than you've been alive." Amusement and warmth filled his voice. "Even if Taylor and Bright were aware of the cameras and have done a runner, they won't have had time to clear away all the evidence. We'll find them."
I wasn't worried about Rhoan and the Directorate finding them. I was worried about our killers finding him. After all, he was the one who'd pointed out how little respect Taylor seemed to have for the Directorate—and maybe that was because he was always one step ahead of them.
I had a horrible suspicion he was still one step ahead of all of us.
"I know," I said. "Just . . . good luck."
"Stop worrying about me, dear Risa, and just make sure you keep alert until we catch this bastard."
"I will."
"I'll be in touch when we have him."
He hung up, but the phone beeped immediately as two messages came in. I opened them to discover the faces of both my hunter and his assistant.
As Rhoan had noted, Zane was one hell of an ugly man. His face was round and puffy, the left side so scarred that it almost looked like it had melted. His hair was sparse and the same nondescript brown as his eyes, and his nose large.
Jason Bright, his companion in crime, had thin features, thick-framed black glasses, and dirty blond hair. He was the sort of man you wouldn't look twice at on the street. The sort of man who looked totally and absolutely harmless.
And yet it was no doubt thanks to him that Zane had discovered my home address. If he could hack into the systems of high-profile companies, it would have been easy enough to gain access to the security company that monitored Vonda's and Dani's homes.
And maybe he was the reason the Directorate hadn't been having much luck tracking Zane. If he was so damn good, then it wouldn't have been too hard to get into the Directorate system and see what they were up to. After all, Stane could do exactly that—though he hadn't recently because the Directorate had increased security and he preferred to stay out of jail.
I took one more look at the killer who was hunting me, then dumped the phone on the nearby pillow and closed my eyes. Weariness still rode me, but it was nowhere near as deep as it had been. I half wondered if Azriel had given me a little energy boost while I'd slept.