Lana moves around from behind the desk and takes the seat beside Brooke after a second of hesitation. I stay where I am, standing next to the sofas, ready to answer the door.
“Erika Anderson,” Rob blurts.
Brooke and Lana look at each other.
“Um, what?” Brooke asks.
“He paid for Erika Anderson, the captivating redhead, because she was nice to him.”
“How …” Lana starts.
Damian stands up from behind the computer. “Okay, before everyone freaks out, Rob is a Zeta. That’s an Omega with extra sensitivity-based abilities. He usually needs to touch someone to find out things, but he can also touch objects, like that couch. Your Dr. Clarke asked if he could help speed things up with your Omegas’ who’ve been brainwashed.”
“A Zeta?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
His vibe is Beta to me, but I don’t have the instincts of an Alpha, or the intuition of an Omega.
I look at Lana. She’s clearly in shock.
Brooke looks vaguely impressed.
“It doesn’t mean we don’t need those files decoded,” Lana says after a beat.
Brooke nods. “That’s evidence. We need evidence to get these guys locked up.”
“Yeah,” Damian agrees. “Rob won’t testify for any of this. His involvement stays off the record.”
“Of course,” Lana agrees.
Damian sits back down.
Rob looks at Lana. “I’m ready to start.”
She blinks and then gets to her feet. “Right. I’ll call Erika first.”
Chapter Seventy-Four
Lana
Watching a psychic Omega at work is completely engrossing. One by one, each Omega sits down next to him, and he takes their hands in his. Every time, he’s able to pick up on who the clients are. Brooke writes the names down next to the names of our Omegas on a slip of paper.
When it’s over, Rob seems tired.
The day is practically over, and we spent all of it discovering awful truths.
Damian got enough decoding done to give us back up for the names we uncovered with Rob.
“It all matches up,” I tell Brooke, before I pass her the slip of paper Damian handed me.
“This is great,” she says. “I mean … It’s fucking awful, but we can crush these bastards now.”
“All except the last one,” I remind her.
“The last one?” Damian asks. “The one that we couldn’t figure out, right?”
“Did you find something?” Brooke asks eagerly.
“It kind of looks like that was a personal project.”