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When I arrived from California looking for a job, I hit up every security company in the city. Violet followed not long after, determined she wanted the same thing.

It’s a decision that cost her her life.

I start the engine, needing something to do. There’s a reason we don’t work with the wealthy alpha families in the city anymore, and the reason is Violet.

“Get home,” Garrison says quietly. “I’ll have Lex and Roman to look into it, see what they can dig up.”

Not Blaine. He wouldn’t touch this case for all the money in the world. He likes safe and boring. And you know what? I can’t say I blame him.

“And Dexter Pieter?”

Garrison’s voice is quiet but firm. “We continue doing what we can to track down Dexter, but this is her case. When she needs more help, we give it. That means you need to be home, Vaughn. I get why you stay away, but this is important. Resa needs us and Blaine needs us more than ever.”

I silently agree. Staying away hasn’t been helping anyone, including me. I miss my pack and I miss being home.

We say our goodbyes and I hang up, tossing my cell phone in the center console.

As I drive past the alley where I blew a hole through two men’s heads to save an omega, the detectives are crouched as they study something on the ground.

They don’t seem like they’re any closer to figuring out what happened to the bodies.

“Thank fuck for that,” I mutter.

And for the first time in a long time, I’m eager to get home.

Chapter 17

Resa

When Garrison told me about the party, I was relieved. The party gives me a chance to speak with Everleigh, to find out if she’s okay, and ask her what she knows about Pack Lucas.

Rationally, I know they can get me in front of Dexter Pieter, probably faster than I can. But they’re alphas.

And alphas… well, they leave a lot to be desired.

Lex knocked on my door as I pored over Jerome Walker’s file to tell me about this important pack meeting.

I rushed down, eager to be a part of it. And I’ve been hesitating, knife in hand, outside the door Garrison held open for me an hour before since then.

“Want to break in?” a familiar amused voice drifts over my left shoulder.

The only reason I don’t jump is the soft creak which announced Vaughn’s presence.

“Is this one of the locked doors then?” I reach for the handle, but Vaughn beats me to it.

“Nope. Nothing confidential in here.” He pushes the door open and holds it for me. “Just seemed like it might be fun.”

Which is how I find myself sitting at the big conference table with two alphas and beta, finalizing the details for this party tonight.

Roman is at the party already, and Frost is doing a final inspection of the cars before we leave. Preparation is key, Garrison said when I looked at him strangely. We don’t need to break down somewhere just because none of us thought to check our cars had enough gas.

Details matter more to him than they ever have to me. I’ve broken down so many times you’d think I’d know better. Yet here I am thinking, you know what, that’s actually not a bad idea, like I’ve never broken down a day in my life.

Details should matter more. Like the mistake I made when I came downstairs without my knife. I won’t make that mistake ever again.

“She needs a dress,” Vaughn suddenly declares, scaring the shit out of me.

Not the volume of his declaration. It’s what it means.

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