Page 3 of Dubious Match
“Not everyone who should have come back with the packs did,” Cian says, taking a large sip of his drink. “One of our drivers was killed and replaced, and we have no idea where that van of omegas is.”
“Fuck,” I whisper. “They went through so much, and they’re lost in the wind.”
“Hollis, it gets worse,” he says. “Caleb and Lars Finnegan’s sister may have been in that van.”
Slumping against the soft pillows of my couch, I shake my head. It’s both a blessing and a curse to straddle the line between two worlds. Caleb, Lars, and I all grew up in the same circles, even though they’re older than I am. Their sister went missing when she was fourteen, and we bonded over the loss of siblings.
Just because mine was kidnapped when she was an infant doesn't necessarily change how much I miss her. She was my twin, my other half.
Fuck, I need to call the Finnegan boys too.
“Cian,” I rasp. “Respectfully, how the fuck did that happen?”
“I asked, in fact the group was interrogated when the Finnegan brothers asked Aisling if she could ask Alisa to meet with them and she said there was no one by that name at the shelter,” he says. “Before you tell me that she shouldn’t have answered?—”
“Again, you’re putting words in my mouth,” I reprimand. “I know Aisling is good friends with them. Do I have to remind you that your daughter and I are friends, Cian? She wasn’t breaking Alisa’s confidentiality. Aisling helped uncover a huge fuck up. How did you know the driver was killed?”
“I sent people up there to search for Hilson, one of the men we had helping us with transportation after everything was over,” he says. “He’s the only driver that we can’t get in contact with. He’s not at his apartment, hasn’t been to work since the raid, and no one has heard from him. It seems that the warehouse hasn’t been rented out since Bret used it for Slick Dreams, and it’s been abandoned. There was no one to find Hilson. He was stuffed in a room in the warehouse and forgotten.”
“Did he have any family?” I ask. I have a feeling he didn’t, or Cian would have found out sooner than this.
“No,” he grunts. “Anyway, if you hear anything, please tell me. Duncan says he thinks there were about six omegas in thatvan. They could have ended up sold at auction, which means that there could be chatter on the dark web.”
“I’ll keep my ear to the ground,” I promise.
Those poor people.
Cian and I talk a bit more as we finish our drinks before he stands.
“I’m walking you out,” he says, surprising me. “I’ve kept you much longer than I should have.”
“Oh,” I say, blinking as I stand with a nod. “Can I?—”
“Do whatever you need to before leaving, but I’m of the mind that if it’s my fault, then I should walk you out if I’m keeping you past your usual hours,” he says firmly.
God, Cian really will make a wonderful alpha to an omega one day. He patiently waits as I clean up, wash the glasses, and grab my bag.
“I’m going to take this as a sweet gesture instead of you thinking I can’t defend myself,” I tease him, turning out the lights.
“Okay, so I want to know then,” he says. “Exactly how many weapons do you have on you that you have access to right now?”
I have recessed lighting that allows us to see each other still on, which means I can show him.
“I have a gun at the slit of my skirt,” I sigh, touching my thigh. “I also have a knife in a holster down my bra, as well as another in my boot. I also have excellent self defense training, Cian.”
“Good,” he grunts, hiding a smile. “I’ll still worry, though.”
“I appreciate it,” I murmur, unlocking the door with my keys in my hand. “I’ve lived alone for a lot of years.”
Opening the door, I hold it open for him, noting that his driver is standing outside of their vehicle waiting for him. They watch as I make sure to lock the door, and then the two of themwalk me to my car down the street. It’s impossible to get decent parking here when I come in.
“I’m not going to touch that, Hollis, because you’ll make me talk about the status of my dating life,” Cian grumbles.
Evan, his driver, snorts under his breath. Cian glares at him, but neither of us believe for a moment that he’s coughing as he tries to play it off.
“When you’re ready, you know that I’m willing to help,” I remind him.
“I’m very set in my ways, and I killed my last wife,” he mutters.
