“No trees that way,” Wynn commented with a slight smile, seeing where she was looking. “But yes, he could be close by.”
“Now back to the original question, how do we stop him?” Mick looked at them. “Any brilliant ideas?”
“A huge trap and a lot of catnip,” Maribel replied then held up her hands when the men glared at her. “Sorry. I was just trying to lighten the mood a bit. I know this is serious.”
“We know and we have the bait; we do need a trap however.” Wynn scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Some place where he’ll feel safe in attacking me without anyone knowing.” He shot a look at Mick, anticipating what he’d say. “I’d rather it not be my studio. It may be the obvious choice but I don’t want to live with the memories if I, we, have to kill him there.”
“Quite understandable,” Mick agreed. “So, any other bright idea?”