"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I doubt he'd set his creatures on us, then kill them to save you. And because there was someone else there, someone who came to watch."
There was an edge in his voice, and I raised an eyebrow. "You caught them?"
"No. But I saw the van and I was able to catch a glimpse of the number plate as they drove off. Jack's running it, and the company name, through the computer." He hesitated, and his half smile made my pulse do several flips. "It appears we were off track when we were doing our search for Genoveve."
No real surprise there, as we were only going on what we'd found - and we'd found very little. "The truck was from them?"
"Yes. Only it's not a military or research concern, but rather a confectionary company."
I blinked. Confectionary? "How does that connect with cloning or crossbreeds?"
"God only knows. Maybe they nicked the van and were using it simply because it wouldn't normally come under suspicion."
"Too much of a coincidence that my kidnappers were also taking me to a place named Genoveve." I frowned, absently chewing my lip. "You know, I have a bad feeling I've seen that name before."
"Most likely on the supermarket shelf."
"No, somewhere else."
He frowned. "Like where?"
I opened my mouth to say I'd tell him if I knew when the memory finally hit me
It had been almost a year ago that I'd seen the name, and, given the circumstances, it was a wonder I'd remembered it at all
I'd been on a date with a new mate, and we'd gone back to his office for reasons that now escaped me. Genoveve had been one of the files we'd swept off the desk in our haste to clear enough space to make love
I closed my eyes, part of me unwilling to believe that I might have been betrayed yet again
Because my date that night had been the director and owner of Rollins Enterprises
Misha Quinn's grip on my arms tightened. "What?"
"It might be nothing." At least, I hoped it was nothing. Surely fate would not be so unkind as to betray me twice
"Tell me."
I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "I'd always thought the name was familiar, and I've just remembered why. The second of my two mates had a file on his desk that bore the name Genoveve Confectionary."
"Did you get the chance to look at it?"
"Why would I bother? It was over a year ago that I saw it, and we were in a mating rush at the time. You're lucky I even remembered it."
He released my arms and stepped back. "What is his name?"
"Misha Rollins."
"The same Misha who was on the phone to you when we pulled up at the cemetery?"
I stared at him for a second, taking in the implications of his words, a cold sensation forming in the pit of my stomach
"There are more than a dozen Camp Roads in Melbourne, and even if he was behind the attack, there is no way they could have pinpointed us so quickly."
Yet I remembered Talon's words. Remembered the tracking device in my arm. And he'd said we. Did that mean he and Misha were partners in this madness? But if that were so, why would they set their creatures on us, then shoot them?