“Why did a serial killer who targets women kill a group of men from Colvindale?”
“They were here to pick up a transfer. The cops don’t know that because apparently there’s no admin on the transfer. I didn’t tell them, because that Omega is gone, and wherever he is, he’s better off than he would have been with those awful Colvindale Alphas.”
“So why do the cops think they were here? Isn’t Geraldine freaking out?”
“Oh, so you really don’t know. When you said you saw the bodies …” She trails off.
“I saw the Colvindale Alphas. What do you mean, I don’t know? I don’t know what?”
She doesn’t speak, and I keep my mouth shut incase she’s being quiet for a reason.
A second later, she lets out a breath. “Sorry, I’m hiding in the bathroom. The other receptionist just came in and left again.”
“So?”
“Right. Geraldine is dead.”
“What?” I let out a gasp. “Are you sure?”
“It’s been on the news, Brooke. I’m sure.”
“Oh my God.” My father will be furious.
Geraldine has been like his right hand. She’s dead? He is not going to like that one little bit.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m alive,” I blurt, still trying to wrap my head around it. “How … Why would Frank Palmer target her? It doesn’t make sense.”
“I don’t think she was a target. Neither were her guards. They all just got in his way.”
“So, then, why was he here?”
“I heard the cops talking. They think he came for the new girl. Secret Leto. When he couldn’t get to her, he tried to kill her sister instead. I overheard the cops on that. I don’t think anyone’s supposed to know who Frank tried and failed to kill before he was shot by his own kid.”
Holy fucking shit.“Who was his kid?”
“They haven’t released that information. I need to get back to my desk before Paula goes nuts. The phone’s been ringing off the damn hook.”
“Right. Sorry. It must be insane down there.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy.”
“I was going to ask if I’m supposed to go to my therapy appointment. I know all Omegas are supposed to stay in their rooms, but …”
“Sorry, I almost forgot about that. Doctor Prentice will come to you, at your usual time.”
“Damn.”
“It’s better if you’re not caught wandering around right now,” she warns me. “The academy investors are coming to interview for a new head of admin. It’s an unusual situation, but I’ve heard they do spot checks to make sure everyone’s doing what they’re supposed to be doing. They’ll start calling parents if any of the Omegas aren’t being compliant.”
Any desire I might have had to go wandering quickly dies.
Anything to avoid triggering the attention of my father.
“I’d better go. I’ll call after my shift ends if I find out anything else.”
“Okay. Thanks, Lana.”