He was an excellent watcher.
It was one of the things he had been trained to do as a child, but it was also an inherent part of his genetics.
Concealed in the upper thickly needled branches of a towering fir tree, he watched the suite Jonas and his family resided in.
They’d found most of the bugs he’d had put in place. Getting them into the room to begin with had been a pure bitch.
There were two left.
One was concealed in the electronics of the video and television screen—thank goodness, he could still see and hear most of what went on—and one in the connecting living suite.
That one, he refused to engage just yet. The babe was there. The babe and her mother, and during this phase of the serum’s effect on her little body…his lips tightened.
He couldn’t bear to hear her pain.
There were too many memories there.
Too many dark images of another child who stared up at him, tears in her eyes as she valiantly fought to be brave.
He didn’t blink.
His eyes didn’t fill with tears.
But his throat tightened with an emotion that came only when those dark memories intruded once again. Emotions he refused to let in again, regrets he refused to revisit.
“Her shadows have evaporated. Their location was deserted by the time our teams arrived.”
Gideon wasn’t certain of the face that went with the voice. He didn’t dare risk activating the video portion of the bug at the moment.
“Then we have no idea who they are, or what she’s a part of,” Jonas growled.
“Not yet,” the Breed answered. “We’re working on it.”
“Let me know the minute you have news,” Jonas ordered.
A second later, the sound of a door closing was heard then silence filled the room.
Gideon risked checking the vid-device strapped on his wrist then.
The picture came through: the image of Jonas standing at the glass sliding doors, his back to the vid-screen, hands propped arrogantly on his hips.
He was a worthy if challenging adversary.
There were days Gideon wondered…
Jonas turned, his gaze centering on the screen as his lips quirked.
“Fucking Peeping Tom,” he said, his tone icy. “Come out, Gideon, I dare you.”
Deactivating the monitor, Gideon grimaced.
Hell, he hadn’t expected that.
Somehow, Jonas had known that bug was there.
Gideon couldn’t trust any of the information he’d gained in the past few hours now. Not that much had really come through.
Liza Johnson knew nothing, and the Alphas of the Breed communities were all in one location.