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him for his skills—my son’s mind, it’s brilliant.”
    Mercy’s cat came to attention, seeing a parallel that might simply be an illusion. But if it wasn’t . . . “I thought he was a student.”
    “Not an ordinary one—he started taking college classes at thirteen.” Iain’s pride was apparent even through his worry. “He’s been working on his own projects for years now.”
    “All to do with nanotech,” Enid said, and a bell rang loud and clear in Mercy’s head. Beside her, Riley’s thigh turned rock hard, and she knew their thoughts were running on identical tracks—three months back, Dorian’s mate had been the subject of a kidnapping attempt by the Human Alliance. Though none of Ashaya’s attackers had survived to confirm it, it had been clear they’d wanted her for her knowledge of a lethal virus. Depending on the nature of Nash’s work, this seemed very much like the kind of operation the Alliance would run.
    “Do you have details of your son’s research?” Mercy asked, knowing the payoff had to be major for the kidnappers to chance reprisal by DarkRiver—because while in their territory, the Bakers were Pack. And DarkRiver never forgot its own.
    Both Enid and Iain shook their heads. “It’s all hush-hush,” Iain said. “The university got a grant from some big company and that company has first rights to the results.”
    “But his professor would know,” Enid added. “I’m sure he’d help you.”
    “Merce,” Lucas said, “why don’t you and Riley head out to the house. I’ll organize the data collection on Nash. Enid and Iain can see if Willow remembers anything.”
    The shift of muscle against her own, a slight rasp of fabric against fabric that made every hair on her body stand up in attention. But this time, the wolf hadn’t done it on purpose, his attention elsewhere.
    “We have to guard against tunnel vision,” he warned, his fury apparent in the vicious control with which he spoke. Riley, Mercy knew, despised the monsters who preyed on those weaker and less able to defend themselves. It was one of the few things they agreed on. “Could be a professional relationship gone bad, a competitor, anything. We need to explore all angles until we have more intel.”
    The others made sounds of agreement, and Mercy and Riley drove off after grabbing a quick meal. Despite Riley’s attempt at wresting control—even though it was her car—Mercy was in the driver’s seat. It was obvious Riley hated that fact with a feral kind of passion.
    “If you don’t stop clenching your fists,” she said sweetly, “your veins might explode.”
    “I’ll take that under advisement, Mélisande .”
    She barely stopped herself from slamming on the brakes. “Who told you that?” She needed to know who to dismember.
    He snorted. “I ran the background check on you.”
    “What?”
    “Did you think SnowDancer was sitting on its ass while you cats set up your territory here?”
    Given that she’d done some spying of her own, she couldn’t exactly argue with that. But—“That name is off-limits. On pain of death.”
    “I’m quaking in my boots, pussycat.”
    She screamed. “Why do you live to aggravate me? Why?”
    A smile that told her nothing. “One thing I’ve always wondered—why did you enter that bikini contest when you were a teenager?”
    Her face flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “How far back did you trace me?”
    “Far enough.” A pause. “You didn’t answer my question.”
    “And you didn’t turn into a puff of smoke and disappear. The world is full of disappointments.”
    A low growl filled the vehicle.

CHAPTER 7
    Councilor Kaleb Krychek sifted through the reports flowing in via his constant connection to the PsyNet, the vast mental network created by the minds of millions of Psy, and paused.
    Living “jacked in” to the Net, without firewalls or shields, was not recommended, and such complete immersion, such obscene openness to others, was