Page 2 of Curvy Quirky Omega

I’d even say it was a bit extreme for either of them to kill him just so they could be together and possibly take over Valor, but this wasn’t a normal pack. This was a legacy pack and as such, they lived in a world most people would never step foot in, let alone understand.

Melinda was on house arrest for the time being under the watchful eye of Nicolette Valor, who’d even gone so far as to move the omega into her own personal house. Nicolette was legally able to obtain her own genetic test, thanks to the evidence I provided, and the baby Melinda was carrying was confirmed to be Dane’s, not Gideon’s.

Because it was a child of Valor, Melinda wouldn’t be getting the same fate Dane was, but Nicolette had finally approved Frankie to interrogate her as long as I was also there. It was a strange requirement, but I didn’t really want to ask why she’d insisted.

Either way, Dane Valor was having an affair with a married, bonded omega. He’d impregnated her and that was more than enough of a motive to kill Gideon, but he insisted he had nothing to do with it.

Not even three days of Liam doing whatever made him smell like blood and violence when he was done could get Dane to admit he had planned to kill Gideon.

All I could do was sit around while I waited for either Cas or Liam to have the time to help us with the next step. I wasn’t angry at having to wait, but it was starting to make me feel like I was going to vibrate right out of my skin.

It was a low-level anxiety that I was going to miss something important if we didn’t hurry up. Dane was one of the Aegis security guards. That meant whoever he was working with was going to notice his absence sooner or later and start making plans to cover up their tracks.

But it had given us the time we needed to have Nathan stop by.

The doctor took all new tests to see how I was reacting to the bonds. It seemed my pheromones were still a lot more potent than the average omega, but they were finally stable and I didn’t need to take the suppressants anymore, which was a small miracle.

I’d had nothing but time over the last three days so aside from digging through all the computers, I’d been training myself to scent my own pheromones, letting them out and then pulling them back. I even tried to hold them back while thinking about Liam and Cas.

It wasn’t perfect yet and it would take time to get as good as Cas, but I had enough control that I didn’t have to wear scent blockers around Frankie anymore, although it was just a habit to wear them at this point.

And Liam liked the way they looked.

I reached up and settled my hand over the scent blockers covering my bond marks, feeling the slight ache that told me they were still healing even if all that was left was a few bruises and silver scars where their teeth had torn into me.

Peeling off the first line of my scent blockers, I tried to organize everything we’d learned over the past three days.

Cas and I had searched Dane’s house but hadn’t found anything suspicious other than the fact that it was just as empty as Liam’s. Almost like he’d never planned to live there for long.

Dane had given us his alibi right after Gideon was murdered, along with all the other members of Valor, but he’d revised it after some time with Liam. Now his alibi was Melinda, which was easy enough to confirm, but that didn’t mean either of them didn’t help the killer.

So, we’d searched Melinda’s house again but couldn’t find anything new.

And Gideon’s wedding ring was still missing.

My only saving grace at this point was that the police hadn’t made any significant progress either, which would make all this a thousand times harder than it already was.

They were always about ten steps behind, and I’d feel bad for them if they didn’t keep fucking with all my forensics. The lab had apparently ‘lost’ the hair I’d found in Melinda’s house, which was why we hadn’t heard anything back from them, but it didn’t really matter anymore.

Dane Valor had brown hair, the exact same color as the one I’d found.

Whether the police really lost the hair or not, I didn’t know. What I did know was that where there was one hair, there would be another and neither Liam nor Cas had brown hair even if the evidence was almost light enough to be called dirty blond.

Though Liam’s hair was blond enough I’d even call it white. It looked like he bleached it platinum, but it just grew out of his head like that. Gold highlights though, unlike River’s hair which had cool undertones, making it look more like silver than gold.

Dropping the adhesive on the low tea table Cas had gotten me from the furniture store down the street, I tried not to feel too anxious about the direction the police were going with their investigation.

The police were starting to dig into Cas as well as Liam. They kept calling them down to the station to answer questions, but there was no conclusive evidence that either of them was the one who killed Gideon.

Unfortunately, the police considered Liam and Cas being each other’s alibis suspicious, just as I thought they would.

I slowly pulled off the second line of adhesive and swallowed down the panic that kept trying to rise up and choke me.

We were running out of time. If Frankie and I couldn’t figure out who had really killed Gideon, the police could decide there was enough circumstantial evidence to arrest Cas or Liam for real and then all hell would break loose.

Somehow Valor had kept most of the press about Gideon’s death as vague as possible. No one knew the details of what his body looked like when he was found or that Valor had hired two private detectives to look into it.

But they would as soon as Frankie and I went to question Melinda again.

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