CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“I know,” Kit says when she sees how white I’ve turned. “Eduardo’s door chime takes getting used to.”
“That was a chime?” Felix whispers. “It sounded like someone getting murdered.”
The door opens on a tall, shaggy-haired man with intent lupine eyes. He also looks like Kit’s impersonation of him—and like Donkey Kong, as Felix mentioned, only dressed in a bespoke suit.
“I was just on my way out,” he growls. “What’s this about?”
The guy is so intense I can’t help but take a step back. “Do you have a minute? I’m interviewing everyone for the investigation.”
He looks at his Jaeger-LeCoultre watch. “You have two minutes.”
“Where were you when Gemma died?” I blurt. “Tell me in as much detail as you can.”
His eyes narrow. “I was hunting with my pack. It was foggy. We too
