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Opening it up, I find his driver's license.

“Dr. Jahan Jovanek,” I read aloud. “And what’s this?” I say, pulling out a metallic card, the same size as a credit card. It’s dark green with a small yellow symbol in the corner of a honeycomb grid, every hexagon identical except for one darkened cell at the center.

I hold it up for Gage to see. “The one she described was navy,” he says through the bond as he pulls his phone away from his face.

I nod as I ask him, “Does that mean this isn't him?”

We all turn to Jahan as I think about what to do next.

“First things first,” I say, glancing at my pack mates. “Let’s make sure Cherry and the others are okay. Gage, can you pull up the camera feeds on your phone? I’ll check her tracker.”

Bain moves to my side, where he can look at my phone and watch Jahan at the same time as I start clicking on the app.

“What the fuck?” Gage says in complete shock.

“What is it?” I ask as he steps up to my side and shows us his phone. Offline is written on the box that should be showing the camera feed. He scrolls down and every camera on our property says the same thing. Offline.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” he says as he shakes his head. “I should have been alerted to anything going down or any tampering.”

Panicking, I close my eyes and look inside, seeking the bundle of emotions tied to Cherry that I had shoved down so they didn’t distract me. I’m now cursing myself for such a stupid mistake. But all I find is quiet, as if she’s asleep.

“Can you guys sense her emotions at all?” I ask in case it’s just me.

I watch as they take a second to feel for her, just as I just did, then frowns cover their faces.

“She’s probably sleeping,” Gage says, but I can tell he doesn’t believe that. “What does the tracker say?” he asks, turning to me.

“Right,” I say, lifting my phone and clicking the app. My eyes immediately widen in horror. “We gotta go,” I tell them as we all stare at my screen, where it reads signal not found.

“Fuck,” Gage hisses before looking at Jahan. “What about him?”

“Right, shit,” I whisper as I stare at the man who’s been watching us with wide, terrified eyes this whole time.

I pull up a photo of Cherry on my phone, then step forward and rip the duct tape from his mouth.

“See this woman?” I growl, losing all patience as I shove my phone in his face. “Do you know her?” He looks at it, then shakes his head.

“What do you people want? I have money, it’s in a safe under my desk.” I stand back up, my nostrils flaring with anger and repulsion at this pathetic excuse for a human.

“We don’t care about your money,” Gage snarls as he steps up beside me. “We want to know about the facilities you’ve worked at.”

I hold up the key card and raise an eyebrow in question. “We know who you are,” I tell him. “What we want to know is if you are the same Dr. J who experimented on her?” I jab my finger into the screen as Jahan shakes his head.

“N-no, Dr. J, he works at a different lab.”

“So you do know him?” I ask as he nods. “What’s his full name?

“Dr. Eric J.”

“But what does the J stand for?” Gage asks with an annoyed growl.

“I-it’s Jay, as in J-a-y.”

Dr. Eric Jay. At least we have a full name now.

“We gotta go,” I tell them, my hands clenching into fists with the urgency to get home. “What should we do with him?”

“We know he works at a facility. We should kill him,” Bain says as Jahan’s eyes widen in horror.