Chapter 20

“Shit,” Kayla grumbled.

Curious I went after her and found her standing in the middle of a fairly large sitting room with dimmed lights and overdone furnishings. It was devoid of life but an old tv played a recorded sex tape.

“Yes, Leo,” the woman in the video mourned. A man with a full head of ebony black hair was licking his way down her body.

“He’s not here. I can’t sense him,” Kayla said flatly. She bent to return the gun. My eyes remained fixed on the screen. The camera shifted until the face of the athletic-built guy going down on the woman came into view.

“At least we know what he looks like now.” His eyes held an unholy glow that matched the sinfully handsome face. His jawline was sharp enough to cut glass. His eyes held the woman’s as she screamed and moaned in rapturous ecstasy.

“Great. What good is his face if we don’t have him.” Kayla straightened and with her hands on her waist took a step back until she bumped into me. She didn’t move away like I thought she would in