I folded my arms to keep from wringing his neck. “Don’t be an imbecile. She’s not a prostitute.”

“Whatever. Come on in.” He led us toward an open kitchen on the right. “Trust me—I want to find her as much as you do. This kidsitting shit is not for me. My name’s Jason.”

“When’s the last time you saw her?” Reno asked, closing the door behind him.

“Earlier that day when she dropped off the kid.”

Jason shoved the laundry off the table and onto the floor. I looked around for signs of Lola, but all I saw were some toys.

Reno took a seat in one of the tiny chairs and it made an awful sound. “Did she ever mention not feeling safe? Anyone ever call her or follow her around?”

Jason lit up a cigarette and put his elbows on the table. “Yep. About a week before she went missing. She was bitching about someone following her around. Then one night, someone made her shift in her car. I don’t know how, she didn’t say. Just said she woke up in her car and didn’t remember anything.” He took another long drag and flicked his ashes into a plastic cup. “I hear strippers get a lot of stalkers, so she had it coming. I’ve been telling her to get a real job or find a Shifter to hook up with, but she wants to do things her own way. Women,” he said with a huff.

“Yes, women,” I parroted. “The very thought of them having their own minds and doing whatever is necessary to take care of themselves and their children. The nerve.”

He shot me a frosty glare and looked back at Reno. “You know what I’m talking about. Anyhow, that’s all I know.”

“And no one else has called for her or come around?”

“Look, I don’t live with her.” Jason spoke with the cigarette in his mouth while he got up and grabbed something off the cabinet. “She left her phone here when she dropped the kid off that night. You can look through it for yourself, but there’s nothing weird on there.” He tossed the phone through the air and Reno caught it.

“Where’s the baby?” I asked.

“You mean the terror?” He snorted and sat back down, fumigating the room with his smoke. “Sleeping, I hope. I gave her some cough syrup before I went swimming, so that should keep her down for another hour.”

“Is she sick?”

“No.” He laughed and shook his head.

Rage ripped through me. This man was drugging a child for his own benefit, and then I realized no one else lived here and he’d left her alone!

“Give me the phone back when you’re done,” Jason said. “And when you find Skye, tell her to get her ass over here. She owes me big for this.”

“For taking care of your blood? You pig,” I spat out. “And how exactly is it that you earn your living?”