"Okay, okay, yes," he yelled. "We were to determine your father's whereabouts, then get rid of you. I don't know why and I don't really care. It was just part of the job."
How come everyone seemed to be aware of what he was doing but me? And if they were so aware of his actions, why the hell where they even after me? Surely they'd know he hadn't contacted me.
"Why go after Ilianna?"
The dog shifter stared at me with wild eyes. "Who?"
"Ilianna. The mare."
"Oh, she was just bait. To get you, like."
Bait they were going to shoot. Bait they were going to kill. Bastards, I thought, and resisted the urge to crush his hand once again.
"How did you know she'd be here, at this time?"
He snorted. "How do you think? Decent scanners are a dime a dozen these days."
Great. They were monitoring our phone calls. Which meant that until we found the person behind all this, we were going to have to be very careful about what plans we made over the phone.
Footsteps echoed behind us and I glanced around sharply. Uncle Rhoan was running toward me, his red hair glowing like a fire in the wan afternoon light. When our gazes met, he slowed, obviously realizing I was in little danger.
He looked from me to the shifter then back again to me, and a slow grin stretched his lips. "It appears we've trained you well."
I nodded and rose. "Have you talked to Riley yet?"
He nodded. "I was on the way to talk to the owners of the black Toyota when I got your call." He nudged the shifter with his foot, his expression hard and cold. What Aunt Riley called his guardian face. Seeing it for the first time had chills running down my spine. "I'll take care of these two. You get yourself home."
I hesitated, but I knew that tone well enough to realize there was no arguing with him. "You'll let me know if you get anything else out of him?"