Chapter 19. The Diner on Route 9

Rae POV

Not for long, smells like.

I lay awake until three with those words going around my head like a stripped bolt.

At seven, Wade knocked on my door with two coffees and the face of a man who hadn't slept either. He sat on the edge of my desk chair, which creaked in protest, and he didn't wait for me to ask.

"Cutter was the man in your flat," he said. "And the man in the alley. Same scent. I'd swear to it."

I'd guessed. Hearing it still made my stomach turn.

"And what he said at the door," I said. "About me."

Wade looked at the coffee in his hands. This was the part he didn't want to say. I could see him decide to say it anyway.

"Your scent's changing," he said. "Every day sin