I was more worried that he might know something that we needed--something that might tell us if the intended victim was Adam.
"No," Heart said.
"Why? Do the fae have something to do with it?" "Not that we know of," said Adam.
"Then why ask about fae?" "You sound a little too certain that your producer isn't a fae," observed Ben.
"She's a member of several fae hate groups--which takes guts in Hollywood today--and likes to rant about how the country is succumbing to the wiles of the Wee Folk." "When did you find out they were sending you here?" I asked.
Heart turned to me, his face thoughtful.
"Yesterday morning.
Yes, that means that Daphne hadn't been home for two days before that." He smiled at me.
"You were supposed to be the Alpha's eye candy." Adam laughed.
"What?" I asked him.
"You don't think I'd be good eye candy?" I looked down at my overalls and grease-stained hands.
I'd torn another nail to the quick.
"Honey is eye candy," said Ben apologetically.
"You're .
.
.
just you." "Mine," said Adam, edging between Heart and me.
"Mine is what she is." Heart took out another card and gave it to me.
"Call me if you have any more questions.
Or if someone knows something that might help me find Daphne.
She's good people.
I don't see her pulling this as a prank or publicity stunt." Heart gave Adam a nod and left.
Ben followed him out the door--and Sam wiggled through before the door closed.
Zee looked at Adam and me.
"I'll just go keep an eye on Samuel, shall I? That way, if he hunts someone down, I can share in the spoils." "And you can give Heart back his gun," I told him.
Zee grinned cheerfully and produced a hunk of metal that was sort of pretty--steel shot with silver.
"I'll be sure he leaves with it." He shut the door to the garage behind him, leaving me alone with Adam.
"Mercy," Adam said.
And his cell phone rang.
He pulled it out of its case on his belt with an impatient jerk.