“No. Besides, you all think he’s dead. I doubt he would stalk me when we were obviously having a great time.”
“Look around and see if anything else is missing.”
She didn’t have much, but she looked inside one of her tall boots and sighed in relief. “I still have my passport.”
He chuckled. “Never heard of anyone keeping a passport in a boot. Anything else?”
“Only toiletries.” She stepped in her tiny bathroom. “Now this is really weird.”
“What?”
“My toothbrush is gone.” She opened the mirrored cabinet. “And my hairbrush.”
The officer lifted his brow. “My wife is in forensics and if she were here, she’d say someone wanted a sample of your DNA.”
“Okay, if that didn’t sound so out of the box weird, I would definitely agree. Still, why would a stalker want my DNA?” Is that what Madam Montfort meant by blood?
“As a non-scientific explanation, he could even be into voodoo and use your personal items for some curse or fetish.”
“What do I do?”
“Until we have a suspect, we can’t put out a restraining order. We can keep a patrol car parked in front of the house for a few days, but it might be best if you stay with relatives. Leave New Orleans.”
Odd. That’s exactly what Madam Montfort advised. Would Maggie and Jim be safer if she left? Did Lev have something to do with this? Nah. “I’ll pack and leave as soon as I can. Or do you think he might follow me?”
“Might be why he took your computer. He’s probably looking for addresses or itineraries.”
“If he can figure out my password.” At least she didn’t keep her address book there and had not entered anything in her calendar. He wouldn’t have a clue what she was up to. She kept travel information on her phone only.
“You would be surprised how easily a hacker can bypass security measures.”
“I don’t want to sound crazy, but I just saw a psychic by the name of Madam Montfort and she said I was in danger.”
He frowned. “No kidding.”
“You know her?”
“She’s helped us solve many crimes. Not someone you can easily dismiss.”
Not what she wanted to hear. It would have been so much easier to chalk up Madam Montfort as a fake. “Okay, I’m leaving ASAP.”
Chapter 7
Lev and Rylee entered LIA’s hospital room where Dr. Howard Becker recuperated. He had finally awoken, but still remained weak. Selene sat at his side.
Rylee furrowed her brow. “Hey, Doc.”
Howard threw her a weak smile.
She turned to Selene. “How’s he doing?”
“Ma’am, your bite saved his life.” The healing power of an alpha’s saliva, directly delivered into the blood via a bite, was only reserved for special loyal humans.
Rylee smiled. “That and surgery.”
Howard attempted to sit up, but Selene held him down. “Please, love, you must not move.”
He rasped, “Rachel.”