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Except that her mom drove herhoursto match her withbetter alphas.There was also the fact that her mom had withdrawn her from school. I told Detective Esposito all my suspicions.
“I’ve been doing this for a couple of years–and something about this is off,” I told her.
“When you add in what her mom did, the incident with her uncle commanding her sister, how far away they are, yeah, something’s up. It just might not be my jurisdiction. All we can charge him with right now is trespassing, and we can’t hold him for much longer.” She made some notes. “I do appreciate your help. I’ll work with Headmistress Nikita to help keep Rose safe, and I’ll be in touch.”
“Thanks.” I went to my car and checked the time. I messaged the chat.
Me
Done at the station. Going to Bren's office to get dressed.
Brennan
I’m here. I’ll wait for you.
Something wasn’t right with Rose’s entire situation. Hopefully, the detectives would figure it out before someone else got hurt.
Chapter Forty-Six
Grace
“This isn’t the fancy mall,” Riley said as Spencer’s car cruised through a little neighborhood full of shops that looked high-end.
Evan had texted that there was something going on with Rose he had to deal with and that Spencer was sending a car to get me. I’d met him at work, we’d picked up Riley, and here we were.
My outfit for dinner was also in his trunk.
“No, it’s not.” Spencer parked and went around to open my door as Riley scrambled out the back.
He led us into an unassuming shop, where an elegant man greeted us. The shop was filled with racks of dresses.
“Spencer, it’s been too long,” he gushed, accent almost French.
“Andre, it was Monday.” Spencer chuckled. “Thank you for taking us on short notice. This is Riley and Grace. This is Andre, it’s his shop.”
Monday. Had the red dress come from here?
Andre looked us up and down. “Perfect. The racks are here for your approval.”
He led us toward the back of the shop, where there was some sort of waiting area with couches. There were also two small racks, filled with outfits.
Spencer went through them, separating out a few things. There weren’t just dresses, there were sparkly jumpsuits, sleek pantsuits, even a tux.
We also weren’t alone. An older woman browsed a rack in the corner. A couple of girls a little older than Riley were comparing dresses to a fabric swatch.
“I want to wear this.” Riley came over holding a short, black, studded number.
“The gala has a dress code–and a theme. This year’s isAll that Glitters,” Spencer said, moving to the other rack.
Riley rolled her eyes. “It’sshiny.Do I even get to pick?”
“Out of the ones I select for you, yes,” Spencer replied. “Brennan’s mother is… particular.”
With a huff, Riley put it back. Spencer loaded a bunch into my arms and Riley’s.
Dresses selected, we were moved back into an area with a settee, lots of mirrors and several large dressing rooms.
Riley went into one, and I went into another. We began trying things on. The dresses in my pile were all sleek, beautiful, longdresses with a hint of sparkle, not unlike what I’d worn to the science dinner. Most had high backs or wraps.
