Page 64 of Foxy Filthy Omega

But black? Black told me Soren Hart was a strong-willed, independent person who valued control. It didn’t necessarily mean he wanted power and prestige or had a need to be in charge, but I did think it indicated his desire for privacy.

Soren never tried to talk about himself if he could help it which made him seem kind of mysterious. He did answer any questions I asked him though.

Black could also mean he was open to taking calculating risks.

Considering how smart he was, I doubted he’d ever take a calculated risk that wasn’t damn near guaranteed.

I refocused on the road as I pressed my foot to the accelerator. “Can you read through the files Garcia sent me out loud while I drive?”

The look on his face when I handed him my phone was hysterical.

I shoved it in his face when he just stared at it instead of taking it. “Any day now.”

“Sorry,” he murmured, delicately taking my phone like he was afraid to accidentally crush it. “Where did he send it?”

“Should be in my text messages.”

We had about half an hour, maybe a little more, before we got to the site. I wanted to be as caught up on the case as possible before we got there.

“This is how Lucy and I usually work,” I told him as I merged into traffic on the freeway heading west. “You might end up in a different situation with another senior detective, but I always drive and she navigates. Once that’s set up, she goes over all the information we have for the case.”

Soren seemed attentive but I didn’t look over to check. He was already distracting enough and I really didn’t want to get into an accident.

“We don’t always have a crime scene to look at, but this has always helped us get on the same page and make plans for how we want to approach a case and split the work.” I dared a glance over at him and immediately refocused on the road when I found him staring at me. “It’s called a partnership for a reason. Her thoughts and opinions are just as valuable as mine.”

“Our situation is a little different,” Soren murmured, but I saw him look down at the phone out of the corner of my eye. “But I’ll do my best not to slow you down.”

Reassuring him was an impulse I couldn’t afford to give in to. I couldn’t tell him I was sure he’d do fine.

Even if I’d decided not to act like he didn’t exist, I didn’t want to give him any ideas either.

“So far, the police have come across three deaths they’re attributing to a single killer,” Soren told me.

I propped my elbow up on my car door and rested my chin in my hand as I listened to him, feeling conflicted about how nice his low, soft voice sounded. It was deep like most male alphas, but he didn’t project the same way a lot of them did.

Soren talked like we were sitting right across from each other, forehead to forehead, speaking just loudly enough I couldhear him perfectly fine, but no one else would be able to hear a single word he said.

I wasn’t sure how, but he seemed to know exactly how to ensure I could hear him without adding more volume than necessary and the whole time he spoke it was like he was whispering in my ear from right behind me.

The cadence of his voice was soothing and I found the tension in my shoulders easing ever so slightly.

He sounded dependable and sure of himself. There was no emotion in his tone and nothing for me to get a read on him, but for someone like me who read into every tiny little nuance in someone’s voice…

It was incredibly relaxing to listen to without falling into the habit of over analyzing. Almost like white noise or a wordless lullaby.

“The M.O. they’re going with is death by strangulation,” he said. “The bodies are chopped up post mortem and the blood drained. They’re then placed in strategic locations. Per these notes, they don’t believe the victims were killed where they were placed, but somewhere else and then moved.”

To think we’d have a serial killer in this modern day and age.

But I was more worried that the police didn’t think they could catch him without outside help. That meant there wasn’t enough evidence and the killer had above average intelligence.

“It seems like the killer is targeting solo travelers,” Soren continued. “Their heads are the only thing the police have found so far, not their bodies. There are pictures here, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to look at them while driving.”

I smiled slightly. His approach was completely different from Lucy’s.

Lucy didn’t care about shit like gore. She knew about my issues with it in certain situations, but she’d describe every tinydetail in this monotonous voice that never failed to make my stomach turn.

She also liked to hyper-fixate on the details and would immediately look through the surrounding locations in case she could get footage, emails, pictures – anything digital that could point us in the right direction and be used as evidence.

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