“Don’t go to sleep, Janice. You need to stay with me.”

“I need to sleep. Go away.”

“Felicity has drugged you with god only knows what. You sleep, you might die.”

“She wouldn’t do that. She cares for me.”

“Trust me, the woman you know as Felicity only cares about herself.” And she not only could kill, but had, and multiple times. “Do you know where she lives? Have you ever been to her place?”

“No, but she has an apartment in Docklands.”

The Docklands area was currently very trendy—and therefore very expensive—so it wouldn’t be surprising if Amanda did live there. But there was a hell of a lot of apartment buildings in that area, so we needed a little more information than that to track her down. “She never gave you an address?”

“No.”

Again, that wasn’t really surprising, but it was frustrating. “Did you at least get her phone number?”

“Yes.” She waved her hand airily, almost smacking me in the face. “But you can’t have it. She has a jealous husband who doesn’t understand her.”

I snorted. Amanda had certainly had plenty of husbands over the years, but most of the poor buggers were well and truly dead.

“I saw him the other day,” Janice continued. “I don’t think I was supposed to. Cold-looking fellow.”

Instinct stirred. “Can you describe him?”

“Tall, gray haired, regal sort of nose.” She sniffed. “Drove a big black SUV. I took a picture.”

I blinked. “Of him? Or the car?” Because while that description might be on the vague side, it could easily fit Rinaldo. If it was him, we might have just gotten our first break.

“Both.”

“Can I look at it?”

“Will you leave me alone?”

“I told you, I can’t. You need an ambulance.”

“I need sleep.”

She was drifting off again. I let her go for a moment and rose. Looking around the bedroom didn’t reveal a handbag, so I walked down to the kitchen and found it sitting on the dining table, along with an empty wine bottle and two glasses.

I opened the bag, then rummaged through until I found her cell. It wasn’t locked, so I went straight into her contacts list and looked for Felicity’s name. Unsurprisingly, it had been erased. I hit the ALBUM button, not expecting to find much, but the very first picture that came up was Rinaldo himself. His face was cool and controlled, but there was something in the way he was standing, watching Amanda approach, that made me want to reach into the photo and wrench her out of harm’s way. Amanda was as far from innocent as you could get, but that look very much suggested he was using her in every way possible. And I couldn’t imagine Rinaldo would be either a gentle or generous lover.