Chapter 76

He exhaled slowly, the corners of his eyes tight, and a deep weariness etched in the slump of his shoulders. Then he shook it off, fastening his top shirt button for extra fortification. "Until I get some answers and some clarity, you're stuck with me on this."

Part of me sympathized with him.

The rest devised how best to push him off a cliff.

"Maybe Gavriella Behar isn't her real name and she's not a Rogue," I said.

"It is," Levi said. "There's a birth certificate for her. Born in Barcelona, forty-eight years ago. Supposedly Mundane."

"Any family? Next of kin?"

"No. Gavriella was raised by her grandmother who died a few years ago. She bounced around the University of Barcelona but didn't graduate because she got married. Stayed at home until her divorce, then moved to Vancouver, probably to get a fresh start, and picked up a lot of shift work in the hospitality industry. She worked at some Mundane club before she was abducted and forced to create smudges."