Page 173 of Dream Mates
“Please don’t get arrested,” Brennan sighed. He’d been on the phone a lot with the pack lawyers.
I looked at what I’d found so far. Mind blown.
Brennan’s phone rang. He grimaced. “Do I even?”
Jett shrugged. “Would you rather her show up?”
“She’s banned.” He sighed again. “What do you want, Mother?”
Just what we needed. I kept working, Brennan’s scent going sour.
“Mother, I don’t want to hear it. What you and Ian are doing is not okay,” he snapped. “No. Give me access to everything now, and I’ll drop it.” He grunted. “Yeah, I know you tied everything up. I’ll take the building. Might be better than the press you’ll get if I have to force a sale. They’re already pretty upset about you cutting the scholarships.”
I kept digging, Brennan kept snapping at his mother.
Okay, who had this number that called in the tip? My fingers danced across the screen? Oh.
“Do you even hear yourself? I’m an adult and I’m allowed to do all these things. Why don’t you go bully someone who cares.” Brennan ended the call. “Fuck me.”
“Eww. Not here.” Riley made a face. “Sweet baby cheeses, I’m trying to unlock a file, you know.”
Jett shook his head. “Not sure how I feel about this.”
“I’m the best, fucker.” She rolled her eyes.
“Good job for standing up to your mom, Bren.” I looked at Jett. “Do you have the background checks on the Thornes yet, Jett?”
“So far I have ones for Creed, Verity, and Hale, who are the adult children in the house, as well as Nate and Harry. Still waiting on the others. Want me to send them?” Jett asked.
“Yeah. I need the one for the alpha that hurt her, ASAP.” I kept working.
“Why?” Jett asked. “What did you find?”
My phone rang. Spencer. I answered. “Spence, you’re on speaker.”
“Hey, I’m there. They won’t let me sit inside, but they know that I’m here. I talked to the judge, and he’s resisting giving themthe court order to unseal the record until we give the go ahead. How are you doing?” Spencer asked.
“The tip was called in anonymously. They cited duplicate records, that Grace Ellington was someone called Grace Silvers, and they thought she might be the child of a fugitive. This Grace only has the barest record, like infant medical records without the genetic registration, like the hospital would make when a child is born. The mother in Grace Silver’s file is locked, the father is Nathaniel Thorne. The genscan attached itself to that record. Her birthday is exact except for the year,” I told him.
He sucked in a breath. “Yes, because Evan had her birthdate changed to make her a year older.”
“Yes. Grace Silvers’ record is tagged as amisfiled child,cited as a possible duplicate of someone named Cassidy Silvers,” I said. “Whose mother’s record is also locked, father unknown, who has the same birthdate and also the barest of baby records. Though she is marked as a homebirth where Grace has a hospital listed.”
CassidywasGrace’s middle name. This was weird.
“Misfiled child? That could mean a number of things. Who’s Cassidy?" Spencer asked.
Jett was on his phone, probably seeing what his contacts had.
“Don’t know. I managed to figure out what phone number the tip came from and traced it to Adriana Thorne,” I added. “We don’t have her background check yet.”
“Shit. Why? Why was she so convinced this wasn’t Nate’s Grace?” Spencer said.
“That’s the alpha that fucking grabbed her, right?” Riley asked.
“Yes,” Spencer replied. “Thank you. Good work I’ll call back when I have more info.” He ended the call.
“Wait, so one of the alphas of Grace’s bio-dad called in a tip, not my mother?” Brennan frowned. “We’re fucking missing something.”
