“Would it help if I come there?” Bijou asked. “I wouldn’t mind gettin’ away from here. If you don’ want me to come alone, I can ask one of your brothers to drive me there. My car’s a wreck anyway.”

“That might be a good idea,” Remy said. He knew it wasn’t, not with all the suspects there, and all the work he had to do, but he wanted to see her. It was definitely want, not need. He’d never admit to needing to see her. His leopard was all growly because he was worried, that was all. “Have Mahieu drive you. He’s got a brain and isn’t crazy in a car.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Bijou said.

There was relief in her voice. Was she glad to get away from Robert and Dion, or did she want to see him?

“Just wait for me in my office. I’ll come out when I’m able.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ve gotten a couple of text messages from my manager. He wants to meet with me and discuss some business. I’ve been puttin’ him off for a couple of weeks now and I’ve got to do it.”

“Not yet, no way.” He nearly snapped it. As it was it came out as an order.

There was a small silence. “Remy, if you know somethin’ about my manager, and you must to have a reaction like that, please tell me.”

He cursed again under his breath. This time, blistering, hot Cajun French, directed at himself. “Listen, chere, I’m still investigatin’ him, but I’ve discovered a few things that worry me. I was waitin’ until I had all the information before I said anythin’ to you one way or the other.” He paused. “The thing is, Bijou, I know you care about Rob Butterfield. I didn’t want you hurt again.”

“I sort of grew up around him. He’s the nephew of Bodrie’s manager. I’ve known him most of my life.”

For some reason, that piece of information just irritated him more—that and the dejected note in her voice. Everyone who had anything at all to do with her father was out for themselves and using Bijou as a means to pad their bank accounts. Were they all so used to easy money that they’d put out a hit on her to get insurance money? Or arrange an accident? With a serial killer in town, what better way to get rid of her?

Maybe he was paranoid—his chosen job certainly made him think everyone was a potential killer—but he didn’t trust a single friend she had. With a killer on the loose, he didn’t want to let her out of his sight.

“I’m glad you’re comin’ down, Blue. I’ll get the information on your manager as fast as I can. I know you must feel like everyone you’ve ever known has betrayed you.”

There was a silence. “I have trust issues for a reason, Remy.”

He heard her. Heard what she was trying to tell him. The thing was, he’d known it all along, he just thought he’d be exempt.

“I know you do, chere. We’ll work around them.”

14

BIJOU had no idea what to do about her strange relationship with Remy. She didn’t like the fact that she felt excited and happy at the prospect of seeing him. She wanted to remain aloof. Who wanted a man who only wanted her because his leopard did? She felt a little like she was in a fantasy film or a sci-fi movie. Leopard woman? She stared down at her hands. They looked so perfectly normal.

“Are you all right?” Mahieu asked. “You’re awfully quiet.” He glanced over at her as they made their way toward town.

Bijou nodded. “Yes, I’m just thinkin’ about things. I thought I’d come back home and find peace here.”

“The swamps and bayous are peaceful,” Mahieu assured. “Especially for our kind. You’re not alone, Bijou. You have us now. And the lair. Drake will introduce you to everyone in a formal ceremony and you’ll find you’re part of a much larger and tight-knit community.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I met Robert and Dion Lanoux today.”

“I won’t say our lair doesn’t have big problems. Until Drake came along, we were cut off from other lairs and had no idea of their existence. We didn’t even know much about our history or the rules of our society and Drake taught us. We’re comin’ together, though.

“Remy will catch this killer. He’s very good at his job. I know things are a bit difficult right now, but hang in there. The public will get used to your singing in your club and eventually you won’t get so hounded. Everyone will protect you.”

She gave him a faint smile. “I’m Bodrie Breaux’s daughter. I made a career singin’ rock and roll, just like him. Now I’ve turned my back on that and I sing what I’ve always wanted. I don’ do tours and I’ve let the world down, not followin’ my daddy’s legacy. You should see the hate mail. Most people come into that club because they want to see a piece of Bodrie.”

Mahieu whistled softly. “You really don’ know how good you are, do you?”

Bijou shrugged and sent him a small smile. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me in a long time.” She twisted her fingers together in her lap. “I spent so much time tryin’ to be what I thought everyone wanted me to be instead of bein’ myself. I was a rocker, like Bodrie, and everyone accepted me that way. I made a lot of money, but the life wasn’t anythin’ like what I wanted—or even needed.”

“It takes courage to turn your back on success,” Mahieu observed.

A small grin escaped. “I was terrified. Everyone was angry with me and told me it was a terrible mistake. I knew I couldn’t live that life. I just couldn’t do it. The drugs and drinkin’ reminded me too much of the way I grew up.”