One of his cameramen had been dumped in emergency at Burnaby General with a broken jaw. No record of who left him there. An electrician and one of the caterers both reported missing by their spouses, gone for forty-eight hours only to turn up Sunday night with no memories and their cars missing.

“I flagged anything that mentioned your company and pulled this together from a number of sources.”

“You’ve been busy.”

“I got curious. I don’t much believe in coincidence, Mr. Bane. A number of very different roads all seem to lead right back here, and that tells me that there’s something going on.”

No doubt.

“Tony!”

Tina’s voice froze him in place. Tina was the last person he wanted to deal with this morning. He’d already seen Kate standing by the camera smiling at nothing, right thumb rubbing over her left wrist. Praying that he’d never looked quite so dopey, he’d tugged his jacket cuff halfway over his hand and taken the scenic route around to the coffee maker.

“Just so you know,” Henry announced as they drove along Adanac Street toward Kate’s apartment. “I didn’t like doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Cranking up the sex appeal.” He repeated Tony’s phrase like it left a bad taste in his mouth. “The moment you bring sex into it like that, it becomes too much like I’m forcing myself on an unwilling victim.”

Tony snorted as he twisted around to check on Kate sleeping in the backseat. “News flash, Henry; sex is always a part of it.”

“Not so overtly. Not under those circumstances.” He paused, as though realizing the circumstances weren’t usual. “Not on my part.”

“What’s not on your part?”

“When sex isn’t actually occurring, I am not always thinking of sex when I feed.”

Since they were both well aware of what the other person was thinking of, neither mentioned it.

“So you weren’t thinking of sex when you fed on Tina?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“Which is not to say that under other circumstances . . .”

“I didn’t need to hear that.”

And now, looking at Tina approach, all he could think of was her and Henry humping like naked monkeys. The visuals were seriously disturbing.

“Tony, don’t forget that the Darkest Night fan club will be showing up in about half an hour. They’ll watch us shoot, Lee and Mason will pose for a couple of pictures, and then they’ll . . .”

Be taken over by shadows from another world.

“. . . have some lunch. Tony, are you listening to me?”

“Yeah. Sorry.” He forced himself to concentrate.

“After lunch, give them each one of the old scripts and get them the hell out of here before we start . . .” She paused, eyes narrowed. “Is there something on my face?”

“What?”

“You’re staring at me.”

I know how Henry looks when he’s come from feeding on you . . .

“Sorry.” His life was just too weird.