Janice’s street was once again jammed with cars. As Jackson squeezed the SUV past several of them, a cab pulled into Janice’s driveway. A few seconds later, she got out and strode toward the front door.

“Why the hell is she out of the hospital so soon?” I said.

“Maybe she wasn’t actually released.” Jackson pulled up behind a Ford. “Maybe she simply signed herself out.”

“Surely PIT would have stopped that. They know she was targeted.”

“Maybe that’s the exact reason why she’s been let loose. Maybe they’re hoping Amanda will come a-calling again.”

“In which case, there’d be an agent somewhere.” I glanced around. “And I’m not seeing one.”

“PIT employs shifters. You probably wouldn’t.” He unclipped his seat belt. “We might as well go talk to her.”

“I guess so.” I climbed out of the car, waited for another vehicle to squeeze past ours, and then walked across to the other pavement. “What happened yesterday, when you were following Amanda?” I asked Jackson.

“We ended up at an apartment complex in Docklands. According to the security guard I questioned, she lives on the eighth floor.” He paused. “Interestingly, she was registered under the name of Felicity Hocking.”

Which was the name Janice had given me earlier. “Did you go question her?”

His smile held little in the way of amusement. “No. It was about that time I got the feeling you were in big trouble. But by the time I got back here, you were gone and PIT were here.” He paused. “It might be wise to contact Baker and let him know Hunt no longer exists.”

The cab reversed out of the driveway and drove past us. I gave it a cursory glance, then did something of a double take and stopped.

“What?” Jackson said immediately.

“I’ve seen that driver before—and not in a cab.” I frowned, trying to remember where, but the memory was decidedly elusive.

Jackson grabbed his phone and took a quick snap of the disappearing cab. “Maybe PIT can run a plate check and see if it’s legit.”

“The cab’s legit. It’s the driver that might not be.” I continued on, hurrying toward Janice’s. “And it might be that I’m wrong. Janice did get home safely, after all.”

But even as I said that, part of me knew the future was whispering of death.

We were three steps away from the drive when the entire house blew up.

CHAPTER 10

The blast was so intense it sent us both tumbling. I ended up halfway under a nearby SUV and drew my body into a tight ball as bits of wood, metal, and god knows what else speared all around me. The SUV took the brunt of the debris, but the twinges of pain in my spine told me I hadn’t escaped unscathed.