Page 55 of It All Started with a Bite

I shifted uncomfortably.

Didi shot a frown my way. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I lied.

“Found it,” Lana announced a couple of minutes later.

The footage showed a tall man in an expensive suit examining the hoodie. We stared.

Didi lowered her brows. “He’s not our kid.”

I squinted. “Actually, I’m pretty sure that’s our guy. Same gait. Same telltale hand gestures.”

Gavin nodded.

“But he’s taller,” Didi protested. “And older.”

“He could be a mimic,” Bo huffed.

We looked at him.

Claudette blinked. “He’s right.”

Even Lana looked impressed at my dog’s suggestion.

I raised a hand like I was back in fourth grade. “What’s a mimic?”

“A doppelgänger.” Gavin was back in control of his senses and looked embarrassed at his recent ungentlemanly display. “They’re also called changelings. They can evolve in any supernatural race.”

Didi narrowed her eyes at the man on the screen. “And they can take on the appearance of anyone they see.”

I digested this information with remarkable self-possession and came to the conclusion that the supernatural world was a scary-ass place.

Gavin stiffened. “There! We can see a close-up of his face in that view.”

Lana froze the shot of the stranger at the till.

We studied the man. He had coarse features with a cruel mouth and thick eyebrows that almost met in the middle of his forehead.

“He looks like a werewolf on a bad hair day,” Bo said. He glanced at me. “Kinda like you that first morning after you turned.”

I pressed my lips together.

“Can you send that to the head of the IT department at Hawthorne & Associates?” Didi asked Claudette. She wrote down the email address on a notepad.

“Sure.”

“Thank you. We appreciate your help.”

“No problem,” Claudette said graciously. She accompanied us to the front door. “By the way, how did the family dinner go yesterday?”

I tensed at her curious stare. “It was alright.”

Claudette’s expression turned sympathetic at the obvious lie. “Let me guess. The pack insisted on giving their opinions on how you and Samuel should consummate your union?”

I couldn’t help but groan at the flashback.

Didi voted for lunch before we returned to the office.

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