Page 48 of Curvy Nerdy Omega

Making a note to check the GPS on Gideon’s car, I swiped over to the lists that Frankie had made for me as the interview with the secretary ended and she started on the interview with Gideon’s assistant.

Liam was his vice president, and they both had an executive assistant as well as a secretary.

I made separate files for each of the categories and lists she’d given me as the security footage from Valor Enterprises started playing on one of my other monitors.

Moving profiles based on the amount of overlap a person had when taking into account all the potential factors, I only had a few suspects who really fit any possible motive and no matter how many times I reshuffled them based on various different factors, Melinda and Liam were at the top of the suspect list.

Both of them had access to the building’s blueprints as well as the clout to get wherever they wanted in that building. They also had access to the kind of money that would let them hire a professional killer.

I reconsidered the theory that Melinda was having an affair with Liam as I finished sorting the last of the people on Frankie’s lists. It would be the simplest explanation, but wouldn’t he have been able to scent the biological shift on the omega he’d impregnated?

Not many were as sensitive to scents as I was, but an alpha could detect the slightest change in their omega’s scent no matter how subtle, or how early the change started. They could tell when the omega was ovulating, when they were days away from their heat, their every emotion, as well as the day the fertilized egg implanted.

They could even scent sickness and disease in their omega if they paid close enough attention.

I’d always wondered if I was more like Frankie than I cared to admit because of that, but I could scent all that on everyone. If I had the same idiosyncrasy she did, I wouldn’t have been able to scent it with anyone but my alpha or omega.

Sighing, I opened the file that had all the crime scene photos as well as the autopsy reports on my third monitor while the interview footage downloaded.

The air filters from Valor Enterprises had been claimed by the police as evidence, so I made another note to ask for access to those and then scanned the autopsy report done by the city.

It didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know. I chewed on my lip as I compared it to the one done by a private third party. It looked like my original assumption was right.

All those stab wounds were done by someone who knew exactly how to cause the most damage while ensuring their victim lived for as long as possible. Per this report, they’d sliced through the tendons behind his knees first so he couldn’t run away.

Since the blood splatter report ensured there hadn’t been a struggle, the stab wounds in his wrists had to have been done while he was in shock and with enough speed the pain wouldn’t have registered yet.

This murder had been an execution.

I just didn’t know why.

As much as Frankie insisted this was an inside job, I just couldn’t see it. Sometimes, her upbringing as a legacy alpha was exactly what we needed to solve a case, but it seemed like it was hindering her ability to think outside the box when it came to this one.

Studying the crime scene photos, I memorized every tiny detail of the way his body was positioned as well as what he was wearing, the look on his face…everything.

It looked like someone was trying very hard to make this look like a grab for power.

Someone like Liam killing their own pack member so they could gain the coveted position of the heir to a very powerful legacy pack was too obvious. Gideon had gotten along with most of his cousins, but none of them were quite as close as he and Liam had been.

Which made me wonder if Liam would be next.

Whether it was a true grab for power, or a way to cover up the motive, it didn’t matter. Liam was the next alpha on the list to inherit the position of chairman.

But Melinda was pregnant with a child she didn’t want the Valor pack doctor to know about. If she knew without a doubt that it was Gideon’s, she wouldn’t be so secretive about it. She was currently the only one with an obvious motive, but I just didn’t have the proof yet.

Frankie had reached out to our contacts though, so it was only a matter of time before one of them had something useful.

After meeting her, it was easy to believe that Melinda was capable of putting a hit out on her own husband no matter what everyone else might think.

Omegas weren’t the soft, delicate creatures society liked to paint us as. We had enough rage to burn down cities when we’ve been wronged. There were even cases of normal omegas ignoring alpha commands when they were angry enough.

It wasn’t common, but it happened. I assumed it happened even more often than anyone knew. It was just kept quiet or no one learned what had happened to that alpha…maybe they’d made it look like a suicide and no one thought to look any deeper than that.

Everyone assumed it would be too hard to fake a suicide if the killer was an omega. How could they possibly have the strength to fight off alpha pheromones let alone the strength to make it look like they’d hung themselves?

The irony never ceased to amaze me.

Omegas were getting away with murder because they relied on the ignorance the rest of the world had about them.

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