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“What did the lawyer say?” I asked Brennan.
“The documentation is valid. Also, the Office of Designation Management is trying to get a judge to unlock Grace’s maternal record,” Brennan told me.
“Can we somehow delay the order until Wes hacks the record, so that we know what we’re dealing with?” I asked.
There were muffled voices.
“Yeah, whatever you need,” Wes’ voice interjected over the line.
“Grace’s mother’s record is locked. Can you hack the record and tell us why? Also, any luck on the court order?” I asked. “Knowledge is power.”
“Still working on it, trying not to get arrested,” he responded. “Here, Bren wants you.”
“Okay, what should I say to the lawyer that’s not weird?” Brennan asked.
“I’ll handle that. What else did she say?” I prodded, wondering if a third glass of wine would settle my nerves or make things worse, as I tried to send more reassurance to Grace.
“The lawyer said it was important for you to show up there. They might not let you wait inside until the bond registration populates in the system. But them knowing that she has someone waiting will help. Hey, I forgot to tell you congratulations,” he added.
I rubbed my chest. “Thank you. I know it was a little soon, but…”
“I’m glad she has you,” Brennan told me, voice a little wistful. “The lawyer reiterated full cooperation, being respectful, and that there really wasn’t much we could do other than hope.”
“That’s what I thought. But thank you so much. Wes invaded your office?” I asked. Probably better than him alone at the house.
“Yes. Jett and Riley are here, too. I wanted us all together. Evan’s still at the Center. He says that he can monitor the situation better from there, especially once the advocate arrives,” he added.
Riley was there. Okay.
“Keep me updated on what Wes finds,” I replied.
The guards opened the doors, and I walked through the sensors, into the small, dreary lobby of the bleak Office of Designation Management office, which had been a bit of a drive. I should have looked to see if it was on the path of a train, but everything was better in hindsight. Given how few illegal designations there actually were percentage wise, the testing centers were spread much thinner than Omega Centers. A lot of what they did was investigation and education.
Her fear still shot through me.
“Can I help you?” The man behind the desk eyed my suit. Fear and sadness hung heavily in the air.
“Yes, my mate is here for testing. Grace Ellington,” I told him, trying to hold myself steady and send her all my love.
He typed on his computer. “You’re Wes Lawson?”
“Spencer.”
Frowning at the screen he kept typing. “Sorry, I can’t find you, so I can’t confirm or deny anything. You’ll have to wait in the parking lot.”
“Please note that I’m here and waiting.” I went back out into the parking lot.
While a mate bond registration usually populated in the public record within the day, I needed itnow.
I opened my contacts. Ah, yes, he owed me a favor.
I’d cash in every favor ever owed to me if it got her back to us safely.
Chapter Forty-Three
Wes
Iended Spencer’s call and took Brennan’s. “Bren?”
