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His heart wanted to say Kasey would never do this, let alone lie to him, but his gut said that if Kasey was behind this, he would have kept it quiet, knowing what Noam would do if he found out.
He parked in the garage and hurried into the house, ignoring Casper as she jumped up to greet him. He needed to look at his computer and compare dates he could remember being with Kasey to dates they had castration cases.
As he sat down at the kitchen table and opened his laptop, Casper jumped up, demanding attention. Noam took a deep breath, turning to her and wrapping his arms around her for a tight hug. He needed to calm down. Even if it turned out to be Kasey, there was nothing he could do about it until Kasey got home. He needed proof, needed to be sure. That was going to take time.
He kissed Casper on the neck, giving her the attention she wanted, allowing his mind to calm, his nerves to settle.
"It can't be him, right, Casp?" He raised a brow at the dog as if waiting for her to answer.
Noam sat back, remembering every moment he'd spent with Kasey. From the first day at the gun range when he'd watched him shoot like he was a professional... "Shit." That only helped to confirm what he was thinking. Of course, someone who broke into homes and did what the "Castrator' did would need to be good with a gun. And then, there was the shit that happened to his sister. What a perfect trigger to push someone into being a vigilante. All the pieces fit, but he still had no solid proof. All he could do was watch, listen, and pay attention as time went on.
Shutting his computer, he refused to think about it anymore. He'd sort through it, but he was mentally and emotionally exhausted after everything. He was going to grab a hot shower, make some popcorn, and curl up with Casper and try and forget he might be dating a criminal.
