Page 61 of The Alpha's Mates

Once they stepped into the building, Christoph went to the reception desk. It was nothing like Kalkin’s. This place was an open floor plan. There were several desks group together while detectives and deputies milled around. There were shelving units filled with big white binders, along with several locked filing cabinets. To the right of the area was a door that went back to another section of the building.

“Can I help you?” the woman at the desk said, greeting them.

“Yes, a Detective Hopkins called me. My name is Christoph St. John,” Christoph said.

“I’ll let him know you’re here,” she said, motioning to the chairs in a little waiting area. “Have a seat and he’ll be right with you.”

Bell took his hand when they sat. “Whatever happens, I am behind you one hundred percent. No matter what.”

He wanted desperately to believe her. Dropping the subject in the car had saved him from having to tell her what he’d been exposed to. His father was a monster, of that he was sure. The little bits Bell had been exposed to, wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. Whatever the circumstances of the girl being brought there, Christoph had a feeling it would cause their lives to change. The door he spied while taking in the space opened and a man stepped through. He appeared overworked and underpaid. He wore an ill-fitted suit, unlike Elgor put-together attire. The man’s hair was thinning, and he had a bit of a belly to boot. The lines around his eyes were deep from stress, if Christoph had to guess, as were the ones bracketing his mouth. The muscle of his jaw ticked with each step he took, as though the tension or strain was getting to him.

He stopped in front of Christoph and gave a small smile that didn’t meet his dull brown eyes. “Mr. St. John?” He held out his hand.

Christoph stood. “Yes, sir,” he said in way of greeting, shaking the man’s hand. “This is my mate, Bell.” They weren’t married yet. They were still young, and they could figure it out later. Plus, they were shifters, not like they really had to prove anything to anyone.

“Ma’am,” Detective Hopkins said, shaking her hand. “If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to Alexia.”

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