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Prax stomped toward him, and Dwayne turned tail and fled.

“Lock the door and stay inside.” Prax went off after him.

I did just that and ended the recording. I looked in the mirror. Now that he had left the room, I was myself again.

Outside in the hallway, things grew awfully quiet.

Chapter 21

Prax

The cowardly real-estate-agent-turned-spy coweredagainst the lamp post as if the construction of steel and concrete could save him. “I said I was sorry,” he wailed. “What more do you want from me?”

“Why did you choose this inn? And why my room?” I hadn’t returned to my regular form, and he still believed he’d broken into the wrong room and walked in on the wrong couple.

“It was a mistake, I swear. I was looking for someone else.”

“You were breaking into someoneelse’sroom?”

“Yes. I mean, no! I thought it was my room.”

I growled and advanced on him, and he scrambled away. “Which one is it? Were you picking the lock to your own room? Or were you looking for someone else?”

He looked around frantically for a way out, but we were on a bridge, and the only escape was to go forward or back. There was nowhere to hide.

“I said I was sorry,” he repeated.

That did it. I was tired of wasting my time. I’d rather be with Penny than deal with this idiot. I picked him up by the throat and dangled him in the air. “Answer my questions. Why this inn? Why my room?”

His eyes went wide, and he started to flail wildly.

“Keep doing that, and I’ll drop you off the bridge,” I warned. Then, I walked with him toward the railing of the bridge, his legs still kicking in the air. “You have ten seconds to tell me everything I want to know, or I’m tossing you over the edge.”

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

I shook him hard. “You want to tell god why you were here?”

“Co…co…coordinates.”

Finally! Something useful!

“What coordinates? Where did you get them?”

“Th-th-they sent them to me.”

I didn’t need to ask whotheywere. Instead, I asked, “And where did they get my location?”

“I wasn’t looking for you. I s-s-swear. It was a mistake.” The stench of urine suddenly filled the air, and a wet patch appeared on the seat of his pants, illuminated by the street light.

“Where did they get the coordinates?”

“I don’t know. I swear to god. I really don’t know.”

“Why my room?”

“I bribed the guy at the front desk. He let me see the guest register. I…I was looking for a Penelope. I must’ve read the room number wrong.”

This inn had one of those old-fashioned books where you had to sign in. Penny had done it since she’d insisted on using her card.

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