Page 180 of Chosen Beta

“You saw the movie?” I ask him.

“Shadow made us watch it a couple of times. He’s kind of obsessed with true crime.”

“He’s asking for his money back if he doesn’t get what he paid for.”

“Well, we know the identity of one of the clients now. I’m guessing he didn’t state the Omega’s name in the email?”

I re-read it, but he doesn’t state a name.

“All we have is his name.”

I write it down. Wilfred Masters.

It’s vaguely familiar. I’ve probably seen it written on a letter before or something.

“Maybe you should try replying?” Pete asks.

“I don’t know,” I admit. “I’d have to lie to try and get the name out of him. I can’t give any of those guys a reason to sue. I have enough going on that I have to deal with right now.”

“Well, he might keep emailing if you ignore it anyway,” Pete says. “He sounds like that kind of arsehole.”

“He does,” I agree. “There’s no auto-reply to tell him Geraldine died so he could email again, I guess.”

I hope he does.

The sooner we figure out who paid Warren Corvina and for what reason, the sooner we can hand over the information to the cops and have those clients arrested. That’s the best way to keep my Omegas’ safe from what was done to them.

Pete moves back to the middle of the room.

I move on to the next thing, and the next thing, until I get a knock on the door.

Owen and Shadow left to get their breakfast ten minutes after Owen called about it, and, after dropping off our coffees, they went straight up to Ezra’s suite. When I glance at the time on my screen, I realize that was almost a half hour ago.

Pete answers it, letting in a security guard.

“Apologies, Ms. Cole but your phone is going to voicemail. I have a Damian Walton here with a Dr. Morgan. They were on the expected visitors list. Are you able to see them now?”

“Of course,” I tell him, getting to my feet and picking up my phone. “Give me a minute and send them in.”

He nods and leaves.

I send Brooke and Kellan a text message, letting them know the code breaker is here.

I move around the desk, and the guard opens the door again, sending in two men.

The Alpha has dark hair and eyes, and he’s big and muscular, but he has open, friendly energy.

He smiles at us. “Hi, I’m Damian. This is Rob. You called the alliance to get Rob’s help, and um, also Warren Corvina’s daughter called me to help de-code more stuff, so here we are.”

“Hi, Damian.” I smile back and look at his mate. “Hi, Rob. Thanks for coming.”

Now, I think I understand why Damian said he comes with him.

Rob has a slimmer build, but while he might be as tall as Damian, he’s standing with a slouched posture, and he barely makes eye-contact. He’s wearing glasses and he stands with his arms folded, looking vaguely unhappy to be here.

“Not a problem,” Damian says. “We like to help as much as we can. The alliance is doing great work. I’m blown away by how good they are. That rescue … wow. Awesome.”

He shakes his head. “Anyway, what I’d like to do is go with Rob to speak to your patient, and then we can get started on the decoding.”

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