Page 66 of Savage Seduction

I give her the phone. “Don’t swipe right too far.” I laugh.

“Trust me. After last time, I learned my lesson.” She connects her computer to my phone and syncs the images so we can view them on the bigger screen.

“I think we need to determine where I was in each of these photos so we can narrow down the search. Los Angeles is huge, but I don’t leave my little area too often.”

London points at the screen. “Is that outside the museum? In the parking lot?”

“Yes! Judging by the shirt I was wearing, it was probably taken two days ago. I was walking out to my car, and I felt someone following me. When I turned around, I swear I saw a shadowy figure. Scared the shit out of me,actually.”

She flips to another picture and squints at the screen, her eyebrows knitted together. “Taco Caliente?”

I lean in and feel my eyes go wide. “The accident. Remember how I pulled that girl from the vehicle?”

“Yeah.”

“Once I got back to my car, there was an ankh hanging from my side mirror.”

“Okay,” London says. “We know someone is stalking you. They know all your usual places. Two questions need answering now.”

“Which are?”

“Who is taking the photos and why does your boss have copies of them?”

“I don’t have the slightest idea, but when I was eavesdropping on her phone call, she sounded like she was talking to the FBI. Maybe, they shared them with her. Why? I don’t know.”

“The only link so far between The Followers of Kali and The Butcher is the damn ankh symbol,” London points out. “But honestly, that’s enough for me. It’s too big of a coincidence not to be, right?”

I nod. “I think it’s our safest bet to assume they are linked.”

“Shit,” London says. “Look, my computer is being tracked. This is what happened last time.” She types in commands faster than I can even think. “How the fuck did they find me again?”

“Who?”

“Whoever did it last time, I’m guessing.” She taps a few more commands but throws up her hands. “I can’t stop them… they’ve taken control of my computer.”

“They’re accessing your hard drive,” I say.

She undocks the laptop and powers it down. The monitor on the desktop keeps flashing, the cursor moving andaccessing her files unimpeded. London drops down to the floor and yanks the wires from the terminal and from the wall.

“Did they access your personal information?” I ask. “Do you think they might know who and where we are?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t think they were able to gain full access. A few more seconds and they would have my address, phone number, internet passwords, and banking information—among other stuff.”

“Damn,” I say. “That was close.” My pounding heart begins to slow as the adrenaline flushes from my veins. I stand to stretch and suggest we get some sleep.

London’s phone buzzes. “What the fuck?”

“What?”

She steps over to the window and peeks out the blinds. “Something tripped my security cameras. My proximity alert system said there was movement, but the feed didn’t show anyone.” London turns the screen off and back on. “That’s not good.”

“What?” I cock my head to the side, the hairs on the back of my neck tickling me as they stand on end.

“My cell isn’t getting a signal.” She turns to face me, her eyes wide with concern. “Someone is jamming our cell service.”

The lights go dark, even the display on her alarm clock is blank.

Shit. Someone cut the power.

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