“Where the hell are you?” Eammon roared. “I sent Corb out to check on you, and you weren’t on the reserve! Eric is missing too! Then I be sending you text after text for the last twenty-four hours and nothing!” He was breathing hard, then he let out a deep sigh. “You be okay, lass?”

Holy crap. I thought I’d been out just a couple hours, not twenty-four! It was the next damn day!

Checking over my shoulder, I adjusted my bag and motioned for Feish to follow me around to the back of the house. “Yup, fine. Just hunkered down with Eric.”

“Thanks be to the stars. Where are you? I’m sending Corb and Sarge to back you up.”

I frowned. “What, why?”

“Turns out that Eric wasn’t wrong. There’s something afoot, something that wants him dead,” Eammon said.

“Well, I already figured that out, and I’m working on a long-term solution for keeping him safe.”

“So, the bigfoot is okay then?” Eammon asked and I stumbled to a stop because I had to have heard him wrong.

The what? Did he say what I thought he said? Traffic flowed around us and Feish tugged on my arm, trying to get me to move out of the way of one of the horse trolleys.

“BIGFOOT?” I squeaked the word, not because I was afraid, but because I was stunned to the core. “He’s a bigfoot?”

“Well, yes, what did you think he was?”

“I knew he was a shifter, but . . . not that.” I got my feet moving again. Hurrying once more. I all but ran the rest of the way to Gran’s house where I ran around to the back and banged on the door. Three knocks, a pause, two more, a pause, one knock. Not exactly rocket science, but I couldn’t come up with a better code at the moment, and at least I was making it pretty clear that it wasn’t the realtor coming to the door.

And anyone trying to kill Eric wouldn’t knock.

Except Eric didn’t come to the door.

“Hurry,” Feish whispered. “I can feel the boss stirring. Early, he’s up early!”

Oh crap! “Eammon, I’ve got to go.” I could tell him about his corrupt co-worker later.

“Who is that with you?” he growled. “It sounds like Feish. It better not be that two-faced—”

I hung up on him and put my shoulder against the door, pushing it open while my free hand went for the knives at my sides, pulling them clear.

The main floor was clear, each room empty of anything. So upstairs I went, the steps creaking each time I moved. Not exactly stealthy.

Blood splattered a few spots on the banister. I wanted to hurry but didn’t. It wouldn’t help Eric if I ran right into the enemy’s arms.