Page 21 of Curvy Dirty Omega

“Frank James is legally Francesca James,” Cas informed me as he handed over his tablet. “After some digging, I was able to get ahold of her original birth certificate, which was sealed.”

Cas swiped away from the picture of her driver’s license to an old birth certificate with the name Francesca Lopez on it.

Well, wasn’t that just fucking fantastic?

The woman talking to one of the forensic investigators was also from a pack of legacy alphas. Despite her alpha scent, she didn’t have the signature red eyes, which made me wonder if she’d changed her name because she’d been disowned for not living up to the legacy, or if it had been something else.

“Do you want me to inform your mother?” Cassius asked, his voice too low for anyone to overhear, but Lucy pinned us both with a look as she moved toward Gideon’s desk.

Her nose had always been something else, but now it was fucking god-tier. Could she sense my discomfort even now? I would have to put on fresh scent blockers soon if I didn’t want her figuring out just how bad I had it.

“No, just keep a close eye on Ms. James. She’s representing Genesis, not her pack.”

“Her pack owns Genesis,” Cas reminded me.

I ignored that statement and flipped to the next picture. Lucy’s current driver’s license had the same address on it that Frankie’s did.

Her look was a little less intense in this picture since her hair was down and she was wearing glasses with thick black rims that only made her look even more adorable. There were fewer tattoos in this picture, but those three black bands around her neck were still there.

Scent blockers.

Flipping to the next one, I saw it was another driver’s license but from a decade ago. She couldn’t have been more than fifteen when that one had been taken, but her eyes were already grey, and she wore those damn scent blockers again.

She’d perfumed way too early.

Emancipation papers came after her driver’s license. They’d been filed when she was only sixteen. Her address at the time was a familiar one – the Lopez pack house.

So, Frankie had adopted Daphne.

That explained why it had been impossible for me to find any trace of her. The Lopez pack had just as many connections as Valor did. If Frankie had convinced her to change her name, Daphne would have disappeared.

Even her birth certificate showed the name Lucille Parker.

Must have been a hell of a favor if Frankie hadn’t been able to erase her own existence the same way she had for Lucy – but maybe she didn’t have access to that contact anymore.

“Francesca James graduated with honors in criminal justice and psychology. After that, she went through the police academy with top marks, but never enlisted with the force. It looks like she created the Genesis Agency back when Parker kept getting rejected by the police academy for her designation.” His face didn’t give anything away, but we’d known each other for so long that I knew the big jerk was feeling bad for what he’d said to her.

Cas hadn’t been worried about her capabilities exactly. It was her long silences that made the other alpha nervous because they made it difficult for him to read her. Even I was having a hard time and I knew more about her than anyone.

Other than Frankie anyways.

Flipping to the next file, I saw Lucy had graduated at the top of her class with a master’s degree in criminal psychology and it had only taken her three years.

A genius.

“They’ve been working at Genesis together for almost six years now,” Cas told me, flipping to the next file which showed Lucy and Frankie at some crime scene or another. “They solved over one hundred and fifty cases last year and most of them were murders, or missing persons. They’ve even solved a few cold cases the police couldn’t get a lead on.”

Why did that make me feel proud? I had nothing to do with her accomplishments, but for some reason I couldn’t help feeling so fucking proud of her for succeeding in a field where most assumed omegas could never thrive.

I looked up from the tablet to watch her slip on a black, latex glove so she could pull the desk drawers open with a single finger, her face still as blank as it had been earlier.

Leaving the drawer open, she reached for the picture of Gideon and Melinda on top, turning it over to pull the back off. Lucy took a picture of the photo with her phone before putting it all back exactly the way it had been. Then she moved on to the next thing while Frankie chatted with anyone and everyone who would talk to her.

They were such a strange pairing, but they worked together effortlessly.

If anyone could figure out who the fuck had murdered my brother, it would be the girl who’d given me a baby axolotl to remember her by – as if I could ever forget her or that fucking smile that used to shine brighter than the sun.

My very own sunflower, always turning toward me like I’d given her the light she’d needed to survive.

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