“What’s our plan?” Clover whispered.
“We knock on the door and see who answers,” I whispered back.
“What if no one does? Do we just loiter until they come back?”
I shook my head. “You’ll see.”
She grunted softly and I raised an eyebrow.
“Those little noises are going to get you in trouble.”
“Good to know.” She gave me a wicked grin.
I blew out a breath and knocked on the door before I got totally distracted.
A young woman answered the door, drawing back when she saw us. From what I could tell, she was human. She didn’t have shifter energy, but she was definitely picking up on ours.
Let me take the lead. Whoa. Clover didn’t say that out loud, but I heard her as clearly as if she had.
She stepped forward and gave the young woman a warm smile. “Hi, I was wondering if you could help us. We’re looking for Anders Lynwood. Is he home?”
That was good.
“I-I don’t know an Anders Lynwood.” The young woman clutched the door and narrowed her eyes at Clover. “I think you’ve given me a facial before.”
“It’s possible.” Clover beamed. “I’ve worked at a few spas in the area. So do you know Anders? Maybe I knocked on the wrong door?”
“I’ve never heard of him.”
“Is there anyone in the building, big and burly, interested in motorcycles?” Clover asked.
“You just described half of the panhandle.” The young woman laughed nervously. “I’m sorry, I wish I could help you, but I can’t. I hope you find who you’re looking for.”
She closed the door before Clover had a chance to ask any more questions.
“Well, shit,” Clover said under her breath. “What do we do now?”
“We wait.”
“Here?”
I shook my head and motioned toward the stairs. “We’ll have to do some more research on the area. There’s a reason why Anders, or whoever placed that order, picked this address.”
We were outside again, in the blazing sunshine. Clover shielded her eyes with her hand. “When will we be done?”
“When we have everything we need.” I shrugged. “Do you have other plans?”
“Eventually I should get back to work, but everything’s on hold until we find the locket.” She sighed. “I was just wondering where we should stay. Clan land isn’t too far from here?—”
“No,” I said so abruptly she widened her eyes. “Conflict of interest. We need to be on neutral territory.”
She pulled her phone out of her bag. “There are a couple of cute hotels nearby. Some of them cater to long-term stays.”
“I can handle that,” I said.
“You can, but you’re busy looking for clues. This is my territory. Just because I asked for your help didn’t mean I expected you to do everything yourself.” She walked away from me to a shadier spot. I definitely didn’t mind the view of her round ass.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her not to book two rooms. But she was my client, not my mate. And if I had any chance of updating my status, I had to let her handle this.
