Page 168 of Rejected By the Alpha King

“No autopsies, but a ton of screening was done. Let me see if I can pull up the doctor’s notes.” Saul sat at the computer.

I focused on the second body and was done by the time he grunted in victory. “Login was written under the keyboard. I have a feeling Dr. Kelp is an older gentleman. Now then, let’s see.”

While he scrolled through the computer, I returned to Janelle.

“The glamour is gone, but the photos will still look like me. How do we fix that?”

“The photos will change. Glamour will cling to photos, but once the original spell dissipates, it will as well. That must be why Emerson found people who looked like us. The spell wouldn’t last forever.”

At least that made things a little easier. It still wouldn’t be enough. Saul and Kenzi joined us a few minutes later. “The doctor suspected the victims were drugged from the lack of defensive wounds, so he ran a toxicology. They were not. Likely, they were spelled and then killed. There was blood collected that does not belong to the victim.”

“Great. It won’t belong to Jax either.” So why the hell was the detective holding him?

“Anything else in the file that’s useful?”

“As a matter of fact, there is. The name of the witness. Michael Jones.”

Kenzi inhaled sharply, and I looked at her. “You know who that is?”

“I sure do. We’ve got one more place to break into.”

I glanced at Janelle. “I don’t know that she has it in her.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. I’m pretty sure we can break into this place all on our own.”

Glancing around the office, I felt a cold fury settle in the pit of my stomach. “So first he reports to the police that he saw the two missing women at his motel, and then he conveniently witnesses Jax murdering them. The motel manager has been a busy man, hasn’t he?” I pointed to a picture on the wall. “Jones and Jones. Looks familiar.”

The motel manager was brothers with the cop. Things were starting to look too convenient.

“Emerson must be paying them quite a bit of money to lie. Not everyone has the stomach to see an innocent man go to jail.” Saul said quietly. “Then again, if Jax is facing police brutality, it’s possible that these men are already not as innocent as I like to think.”

“Definitely not innocent,’ Kenzi said darkly as she picked open a locked cabinet in the manager’s private office. There were four computer screens tucked inside. When she turned them in, it was clear that they were not for security. They showed four motel rooms.”

“Shit, those aren’t our rooms, are they?” I gasped.

“No. I bet Mr. Peeping Tom here only puts women traveling alone in these rooms.” Using the mouse, she went to the menu and pulled up some saved files. There were nearly fifty saved videos.

We watched a few before I asked her to turn it off.

Michael Jones wasn’t just a Peeping Tom. He was also a rapist. “What do you want to bet that Officer Jones takes the reports and immediately throws them in the trash,” I said in disgust.

“Saul, do you know if officers have to have their DNA on file?”

“I do not believe so.”

Motel manager and/or his officer brother were our killer. I would have bet just about anything on it. Emerson liked to make sure nothing could be traced back to him. He probably used them to keep an eye on any of his wolves that came to town, and they were eager for a bigger job when he offered it to them.

“We can turn this over to the detective, but he might also be covering for them,” Kenzi sighed. “And even if we did, it’s not likely that it will free Jax in time.”

“We’ll turn it over to him anyway, but we’ll save a copy. Tomorrow, we’ll just have to convince Michael Jones to recant his statement.” I grinned coldly. “And if his brother tries to cover for him again, I’ll leave his body on the doorstep with a note that even the chief can’t ignore.”

“Learn a few things during your time with Emerson?” Saul asked quietly.

I whirled around and glared at him. I wasn’t doing anything that Jax wouldn’t do for me. I wasn’t doing anything these men didn’t deserve.

It wasn’t cruelty. It was justice.

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