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“They also found vaginal discharge on his body,” Michael adds. “The DNA is in the database, but it doesn’t match anyone.”

“So it was a woman who kidnapped and had their way with him.” I shuffle among my memories, looking for all the women who’ve approached Sari in the past months.

“Maybe. Hunter went to talk to the victim. He doesn’t remember anything from the kidnapped time, but he said he received disturbing packages months prior. Stalkerish packages,” Raph lets me know.

“Fuck!” I cuss, this time out loud.

“We should tell Sari.” Michael’s tone is serious.

“He’s still pretty shaken up,” I say. I don’t want him to have another panic attack.

“Let him enjoy tonight,” Rami suggests. “We’ll tell him tomorrow.”

“I will,” I declare. “Are you working on finding any more links between Francis Moreland and Sari?”

“Serena, Opal, and Dare are all on it.”

“I’ll put more bodyguards on Sari. He won’t go anywhere alone.” It’s more a promise to myself. I should go too, but first I need to vent.

“Gabe and Lori are on their way there now,” Ollie lets me know.

“I see why you haven’t killed any of them, they are useful,” Ezra declares.

“He almost got me twice,” Rami says.

“We were young,” Rague feels the need to clarify.

“I lost count,” Raph scoffs.

“Want to get a head start on our wagers on you, Ezra?” Ollie asks him.

“Wager?” I see his eyes glimmer with interest.

“Thirteen to one odds that Uri will kill you.”

I already know who was the one against. My sweet Sari.

“And what if I get all of you to trust me by the end of this month? What will I win?”

“Other than a unicorn farting cupcakes? That will never happen,” Raph states.

“Challenge accepted,” Ezra replies with a smirk.

I choose that moment to let them know about the chemist who made Meg’s poison. The conversation grows heated, more questions, threats and insults are directed at Ezra, until I hear some fumbling, and then Raph’s voice is clear, like everybody else is in the background. He must have turned off the speaker.

“You going to Sari?”

“No.”

“No? And how long until you do?” he insists. He’s the only one who can somewhat understand how I feel about Sari since he’s the same with Michael.

“I’m going to Madame Claudette’s tonight.”

“Piglet,” Raph calls Michael. “No club tonight. Uri is going.”

This is new. “Since when are you both frequenting the club?”

“Club?” Ezra asks. I ignore him.