“Appreciate it,” Riley said, though he was feeling significantly less appreciative four hours later after reviewing the tapes from the first night and then comparing it to the previous night, looking for overlap since the stalker seemed to know she’d been at the club last night. Though even that wasn’t certain. It may have simply been coincidence that the stalker had accused her of cheating.

Riley didn’t think so. More likely the stalker saw her with Riley—and was angry for her infidelity.

No one, however, stood out as having come twice. He did clearly see a gray-haired man with a cane on the arm of a masked woman with a mole on her upper lip. Not likely that a man who brought his own sub would be a stalker, but anything was possible, and he asked Zac to find out the man’s name. He saw five other men whom he believed showed up again on the second day, but the images weren’t sufficient to be certain.

“Sorry not to be more help,” Zac said. “But I’ll make you some prints and see what I can find out about our gray-haired friend. And I’ll try to get you some names on those five. I think you’re right. They each came on the second night, too. Especially this one.” He backed up the footage, then focused on a man with broad shoulders and dark hair that curled just past his ears. “See that?” He pointed to a shadow on the back of the man’s neck. “I don’t think it’s a shadow.”

“A tattoo?”

“On his shoulder,” Zac said. “I think the shadow is the edge of the ink work.”

“You may be right,” Riley said. “Good eye.”

“Gives us a little more to go on,” Zac said, and Riley nodded, though he thought Zac’s optimism might be misplaced. And he told as much to Natasha when he arrived at the condo that afternoon.

She greeted him at the door with a bright smile, then slid into his arms the moment he shut the door behind him. He drew her close, then lost himself in a slow, lingering kiss. A simple greeting, maybe, but it meant so much, including revealing just how far Tasha had come.

And, damn, but he could get used to this.

“Did you learn anything?” she asked, but he only shook his head. “A few leads, maybe. I’ll give you the rundown when we get to your house. I dropped a few things off earlier.”

Her brows rose. “Did you? Like what?”

He thought of the items he’d picked up from both the grocery store and the hardware store. But all he did was smile. “That,” he said, “is my little surprise.”

Chapter Ten