"Which only makes the thought all the more delectable."
The man was incorrigible. And insatiable. Not that I was quibbling about either. "So who was he?"
"His name is Ike Forman. According to my source, he’s a thug with pretensions. He has a very upper-class attitude, but he fights dirty."
Upper-class …
Excitement rolled through me. It sounded very much like the man the panther had described.
Meaning I more than likely had a name for the next person up the ladder—and was one step closer to discovering who the hell was sending these things after me.
Chapter Five
"I TAKE IT FROM YOUR EXPRESSION THAT THE name means something to you?" Lucian said.
"The name, no. It’s just that one of the half-shifters used very similar terms to describe their new handler. I’m betting it’s not a coincidence."
"More than likely not," he agreed. "I gather this means the half-shifters have attacked you again?"
"Yes. Did your source say anything else about Forman?"
"Not really. I simply asked if he knew anything about Handberry, as he represents the sort of clients that Handberry would associate with. Forman was the only name he could suggest."
"If Forman has upper-class pretensions, why would he associate with someone like Handberry?"
"That’s a question you’ll have to ask Forman when you find him."
"So you couldn’t get an address for the man?"