“Yes.”

A wooden reply this time. I gave a brisk nod. “Good, that saves time explaining. Now, do you know who we are?”

“No.”

Guess I hadn’t needed to conceal my face earlier. “Ever heard the name Cat Crawfield?”

“No.”

Ian and I exchanged a surprised glance. James’s thoughts were cottony beneath the mind control I’d whammied him with, but they agreed with his answer, not that I thought he was faking being mesmerized.

“What do you do at your job?” Just our luck to have captured a clueless pencil pusher . . .

James began to detail a complicated description of DNA analysis, gene splicing, and cross-species genetics. I didn’t understand half of what he said, but the gist was clear: He was right in the thick of Madigan’s experimentations.

“Does your facility have people like me trapped in it?” I asked, baring my fangs for emphasis.

“No.”

“Why the fuck not?” I snapped in frustration. If Tate and Juan weren’t there, then Dave and Cooper weren’t, either. Dammit, this had been our best lead!

“Test subjects are housed elsewhere,” James replied to my rhetorical question.

“Where?” Ian asked before I could.

James blinked. “I don’t have clearance for that information.”

Bones walked into the clearing right as I grabbed James by the shoulders and lifted him off his feet, almost shaking him with my sudden surge of hope.

“Who does?”

The two words were spaced from my vehemence, but they merely earned me another slow blink. Then James spoke, and my short-lived hopes were crushed.

“Only the old man, Director Madigan.”

I yanked the tiny shower door open, then cursed when it ripped off. In my foul mood, I’d forgotten to check my strength, a rookie mistake I hadn’t made in years. Next I’d flash fang at a tourist and tell him in a Euro-trash accent that I wanted to drink his blood.

“All isn’t lost, Kitten.”

Bones appeared in the RV’s tiny bedroom. I wrapped a towel around me as I shot him a jaded look.

“You’re famous for your honesty, so things must really be bad if you’re lying to make me feel better.”

A smile ghosted across his lips. “Not lying, luv. James knows more than he realizes.”

I went over to the narrow closet and picked out another outfit, glancing behind me to make sure Bones had shut the door before I dropped my towel. Ian would shamelessly peep on a free show, family ties or no family ties.

“Aside from making my brain hurt over the intricacies of genetic code and DNA splicing, I don’t see how his knowledge will help us find our friends. If Madigan hasn’t already killed them.”

From the lingering looks Bones gave certain parts of my body, he wasn’t above admiring a free show, either, despite the seriousness of the topic.

“While you were showering, James revealed that new blood samples are shipped to the building every two weeks for testing. The last one was eight days ago, so soon, a new one will arrive. That courier will have information on where it came from, and we’ll find the facility from there.”