“Who is this other guy? Didn’t he know you were married?”
“He was a friend of Tony’s, and yes, he knew.” Cindy sighed. “I think he wanted Jack to find out.”
“Why? So he’d leave?”
“Yes. Jonah texted me minutes after Jack drove away and told me to leave the door open for him tonight.”
“I hope you told him to forget it! I’m trying not to judge you, but if you want to keep your husband and kids, you need to end things with this guy and work things out with Jack.”
Silence stretched, and Jazz cursed. “You’re going to keep seeing him, aren’t you?”
“No. I’ll end things.”
Jazz snorted. “Just not today, right?”
“We’re going to talk. That’s all. I’m meeting him somewhere. I don’t want him here, Jazz. Not in my bed.”
Jazz bit back another curse. “Well, I don’t know what else you expect me to say. I refuse to tell you that what you’re doing is okay. It’s not. If you and Jack have problems, you need to either work it out or get separated.”
“I knew you’d say that.”
“Then why did you call me?”
“To…talk to you about Megan. This thing with Jonah has just added to my guilt.”
Jazz straightened. “What about Megan?”
“She has a twin. Molly. I promised Tony not to tell anyone until he had all the details worked out, not even Jonah, and—”
“Wait a minute. A twin? Megan never mentioned having a twin. Why would the adoption agency separate them?”
“He didn’t adopt Megan legally, Jazz. I don’t know everything or why Megan never mentioned her sister to you, but I do know Tony was desperate to get Molly. Somebody from Europe was going to adopt her. He said he’d slit their throats before he let that happen. He meant it too. He was afraid for her. Said if he couldn’t scrounge up the money to adopt Molly, he’d go kidnap her himself. He promised Megan he’d save her sister. She’s…she’s special, Jazz. Both girls are.”
Jazz pressed her hand to her mouth. Cindy knew Megan was a shifter. “Where is Molly, Cindy? Please tell me. I know Megan’s secret too, and yes, Tony was right. Molly is in danger.”
Cindy choked on a sob. “I don’t know where she is. That’s the god-honest truth. Tony did give me a packet of letters from the lawyer arranging Molly’s adoption, though. Tony didn’t want Megan to see her sister’s picture and start crying. He was trying to get Molly back, Jazz. He was trying.”
Jazz scrubbed at her eyes. “Okay. I believe you, but I need those papers. I have friends that can help.”
“Oh, thank goodness. That’s why I wanted to see you. To see if you could help me somehow get Molly because I don’t have that kind of money, especially if Jack files for divorce.”
“I don’t have much money either, but we’ll figure out a way. I won’t let Molly down.”
“I wished I’d known that you were keeping Megan’s secret too.”
And that meant Cindy didn’t know Jazz’s secret. Tony had kept his word. Jazz breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes. I found out and was helping Tony deal with it. Megan’s a beautiful, sweet little girl.”
“I was hoping that was the reason you were over there so much and not because you were involved with him too. I was getting a little jealous.” Cindy choked on a sob. “Crazy right? I couldn’t help it.”
The conversation they’d had in the bar made sense in light of Cindy’s confession. Jazz softened her voice. “We were friends, Cindy. Only.”
“I guess it doesn’t much matter now. He’s gone.”
Jazz sighed. “I’m really sorry this is happening to you, but I’m glad you decided to reach out to me about Molly. You made the right choice. I promise, we’ll do everything we can to get her back. So this is what I need you to do. Take pictures of those papers, then text them to my friend’s phone. I really can’t come over now, but I will, and then we can talk more.” Jazz rattled off Rafe’s number. At least with a snapshot of the papers the shifter agents could get to work locating Molly.
“Yes, I can do that right now. Let me grab them.”
“Great.”
A sick feeling settled in Jazz’s gut while she waited for Cindy to snap the photos. Something wasn’t right. Why would Jonah show up at Cindy’s place? If he’d meant to break up her marriage, why not announce he was her lover when Jack opened the door, not ask Cindy about Tony’s belongings?
Unless…unless getting his hands on Tony’s stuff was the reason Jonah showed up, and it didn’t have anything to do with Cindy.
“Okay. They’re sent. I even included the envelope.” Cindy finally announced. Her voice was stronger, more sure of herself.
“Great. Now tell me—”
“Tony had a box in the storage unit I have for my mom’s stuff when we moved her into the nursing home. Do you want me to get it? I don’t know what’s in it. Probably—”
“Cindy?” Jazz hated cutting Cindy off but the unease churning her belly hadn’t lessened.
“Yeah?”
“Jonah. Tell me about him. What does he look like?”
“He’s tall. A little older than me. Late forties? But he’s fit, Jazz. Really fit.”
“Brown eyes?”
“Yes and brown hair. It has some gray in it, but I think it looks nice, especially with the highlights in it from being out in the sun. He’s got an amazing tan too.”
Jazz bit her lip and conjured Jon’s image from when he’d cornered her in the hotel lobby. The man Cindy described could be him or any number of guys.
“Does he ever go by a nickname? Jon, maybe?”
“No.” The confusion was clear in Cindy’s voice.
It was possible Jazz was reading into the situation, but she couldn’t ignore it, not if there was a chance Cindy might be in danger.
“Cindy, can you…” Jazz glanced at the kitchen door. She
