His face had been scribbled over with a black marker—permanent, he was certain. A knife had stabbed at the region of Bijou’s stomach and then jabbed at his body repeatedly, over and over, each tear in the photograph larger and deeper into the wall then the last. Forensics had already told him there were no prints on the knife and the knife itself was most likely untraceable, but it mattered little. The stalker had fallen into Remy’s trap, and it was only a matter of time before one of the shifters got his scent.

“I’ll get them on it,” Gage said, “but watch your back.”

Remy moved through the small apartment toward the back where the bedroom was. “He was very methodical here.” He glanced at Gage over his shoulder. “He was searching for something.”

Gage crowded closer, his eyebrow raised. There wasn’t a single thing in the bedroom untouched—or unbroken. “Searching for what?”

“Evidence that Bijou has been here.”

Gage opened and closed his mouth again. “Damn, bro. This isn’t a good situation.”

“He didn’t find anythin’,” Remy stated. “I’m not about to set her up as a target of that kind of anger. I took enough of a chance kissing her publicly. I was fairly certain he’d come after me, and I knew if he came here, he would be satisfied that Bijou has never been here.”

“You took a big risk, Remy,” Gage pointed out. “Look at the rage this stalker exhibits. He almost acts as if he owns her. She’s in real danger and kissin’ her probably added to that.”

“It was a calculated risk,” Remy admitted. “And necessary to draw him out.” He gestured toward the bed. “I think he was makin’ a statement.”

There was nothing left of the bed. Even the frame was in splinters. The mattress was slashed, ripped and stabbed repeatedly, the guts all over the room. Remy was thankful his good mattress was in his home in the bayou. On the wall, like the wall of the sitting room, a giant eye was painted in dripping red paint, the meaning clear. He was being watched. Bijou was being watched.

“Yeah, I get it,” he murmured under his breath. “Tell everyone to be careful, Gage. If they scent this man, I don’ want anyone approachin’ him. Just have them ID him to me.”

Gage nodded. “I’ll get everyone in here.”

“I have to get back to the Inn. Saria had to leave because her leopard was goin’ crazy with Bijou there.”

“Did Bijou’s leopard actually emerge?” Gage asked, his tone cautious.

“No.” Remy’s abrupt answer didn’t invite discussion.

Gage ignored him. “Her mother? Bodrie?”

“Not Bodrie,” Remy said firmly. “He didn’t have any leopard in him.”

“You certain about that?” Gage replied. “His sexual excesses were legendary. That’s a by-product of a leopard without a mate.”