Page 45 of My Unbearable Mate

“I don’t know anything anymore.” She scooted closer to me and tapped the laptop. “Look at this. When you look up the Lynwood family tree online, it lists a completely different birthdate for Nana than when you look her up as a Crowley.”

“Let me see that.” I took the laptop from her and studied the Crowley screen. There were names above Shirley, but many of the ones with completed entries were still alive. Anyone who had passed either didn’t have a full name, or their dates were listed as unknown. I switched back to the Lynwood tab. “Huh. Some of these names line up, and the information is much more complete over here.”

“But it doesn’t tell us why Anders Lynwood came back from the dead to special order a stolen motorcycle,” she said.

“No, it doesn’t.” I kissed the side of her head. “I want nothing more than to spend our time here ravishing you in this bed, but if we’re gonna solve this mystery, we need to find this guy. I got a copy of the order from Major. It seems legit. There’s a paper trail that confirms that someone by that name lives in that apartment.”

“But that woman said she didn’t know him.”

“And that she did know you.” I sighed. “This case was weird from the start, but something about this part of it doesn’t add up.”

“Like I said, it’s a distraction. But from what?” Clover tapped her fingers on her thigh. “If you were Anders Lynwood, what would it take to get your attention?”

“A gorgeous redhead with a sassy mouth and incredible tits.” I laughed as she smacked my arm. “Fine. The motorcycle.”

“But we don’t have it.”

“And most likely, neither does he.” I leaned in and kissed her, a dangerous move because my bear was easily distracted by this woman. “Maybe that’s our angle.”

Chapter

Twenty

This Card Has Trouble Written All Over It

Clover

“I have a weird feeling in my gut,” I said as we approached the alleged home of Anders Lynwood. “Something I’ve never felt before.”

Bellamy raised a brow. “Tell me about it.”

This magic stuff was something I never wanted to admit. Fucking scary. Fear wasn’t an emotion I usually let myself get up close and personal with.

“It’s almost like a dead zone. I’m not sure I have words for it.”

Bellamy chuckled. “That’s a first.”

“Don’t laugh at me. It’s freaking me out.” I paused so I could try to make sense of it. “There’s no vibration here.”

He nodded. “Someone could be trying to spell you.”

“Do you feel it?” I asked. He’d had the same weird exposure to magic that I had growing up. All the secrets, the half-truths, and separation. Clan land had always felt special, and it was why I spent so much time there, even though I was always threatening to leave. Nothing else compared. But this was… “It almost feels suffocating.”

“Everything seems normal to me,” he said as he activated the app on his phone that scrambled the signal at the front door. The lock clicked, and he grinned smugly before yanking it open. Sweet moon, he was so fucking hot. I followed him up the stairs and admired the view. His T-shirt strained against his shoulder blades. His triceps were tense, like he was expecting a fight. And that ass was pure perfection.

He knocked hard on the door. Before we came, we’d texted Major and coordinated that we’d deliver the bad news to Anders about his bike.

“It feels even weirder in here,” I whispered. “It’s so still.”

Bellamy knocked again, hard enough for one of the neighbors to open the door and glare at us.

She looked like someone who prided herself on knowing absolutely everything about other people’s business.

I gave her my biggest smile as I walked over to her. “I’m so glad you came out. We need your help.”

Bellamy groaned, but I ignored him. He had his way of solving crimes, and I had mine.

“This is a private building.”

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