Fucking great. I think I’m getting used to the possibility.

“She’s not answering her phone.”

Good news or bad? He had no idea. “Then I guess I’ll go home.”

Elson’s lip curled. “Not to your party?”

“Not at 3:20 in the afternoon, no.” It had been a long day. Tony figured he was entitled to the attitude. Fine upstanding members of the community would be screaming for their lawyers by now. Only people who had history with the cops played nice.

Both RCMP officers knew it, too.

“Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Foster. If we need you, we’ll be in touch.”

“Yeah. Well, you’re welcome.”

He was almost at the door when Elson growled, “Don’t leave town.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Jack, get off his case. He’s a witness—not a suspect.”

Since Constable Danvers seemed to have his defense well in hand, Tony just kept walking. Out the door. Into the hall. It was weird that squad rooms all smelled the same. Past the front desk. He ignored the speculative stares. Tried not to care that another three cops could pick him out of a lineup. Out the front doors.

It was raining again.

Nikki Waugh was dead. Alan Wu was dead. Arra was . . . who the fuck knew.

He was in way, way over his head.

Man, this place had better be on a fucking bus route.

Arra wasn’t at the studio. She wasn’t at her condo. She wasn’t in either of the two churches he’d gone to just because he had to go somewhere.

The sunset over English Bay was a brilliant display of reds and oranges that made it look as though sea and sky were on fire. With any luck, it wasn’t an omen.

Although, given the way his luck had been running . . .

Bouncing the keys to Henry’s condo in the palm of one hand, he admitted he didn’t have a hope in hell of finding her without help.

“It’s like she’s totally disappeared!”

Henry nodded thoughtfully. “She’s good at running.”

“Yeah, I thought that, too, except that if the shadow took her, she’s not running—she’s investigating. Checking out the light. Or not.” Unable to remain still, Tony paced back and forth in front of the wall of windows in Henry’s living room. “Maybe she’d just hang around out of sight, waiting to go back through the gate. The one that was in me, it said that the important news was that she was alive, so a shadow in her, well, it’s going to want to get that information back to the boss. Right? So all we have to do is destroy the shadow in her just like we destroyed Lee’s shadow.”