Page 3 of Knot a Tie
“Pharmacy.”
I march over to it and peer in the wide window of the chemist. I can see her there, handing over her prescription. I reach for the door handle when my phone rings. Underanyother circumstances, I would ignore it, but the special ringtone tells me it’s Jones.
Pulling it out of my pocket, I hover outside the pharmacy and answer it. “What is it?”
A heavy sigh comes over the line. “Sorry, Jay. You’re on a wild goose chase.”
A frustrated growl escapes me. “You meanyousent me on a wild goose chase?”
“Yeah,” he admits reluctantly. “But he has definitely been spotted in the city.”
“The city which we left a couple of hours ago to come to this country village because you said he was here?” I snarl.
“That’s the one. Sorry, mate.”
“Fucking hell,” I spit out.
“It’s worse,” Jones ventures.
“How? How could it be worse?” I rub my hand over my face, moving further down the street, needing to pace, to move restlessly.
“He’s hanging out with a loose pack called the Jets.”
“A loose pack?” I need him to say that again because there is just no way. Heknowsthat the Inter-pack Parliament is actively hunting the drug dealing, sex slave running, troublemaking packs of loose alphas and prosecuting them to the fullest extent of the law. “Tell me that’s a joke? Or another goose chase?”
“Sorry, definitely confirmed with my own eyes. I’ll send you the image taken from a CCTV outside the Hand and Dagger pub.”
“Jesus.” I pull the phone away as it dings and check the image Jones just sent me. “Fucking hell!” That is definitely Richard hanging out with a bunch of thugs.
I grip the phone tighter and shake it at nothing before I visibly calm myself and breathe. “Thanks,” I grit out and hang up the phone. “Richard, you utter dick!” I kick out at a tree planted in the middle of the pavement, hearing the branches shake their bright green leaves over my head.
“What is it?” Spencer asks.
“We need to go home. Now.” I spin and start stalking back to the pharmacy. “Dammit!” The omega has already left.
An engine firing up catches my attention. I watch helplessly as a black Porsche blasts down the courtyard.
I click my fingers at Spencer, who is closer to the vehicle. “Reg number!” I yell at him.
He snaps his head back to the car and squints at the retreating Porsche. “O-M-3-G-A something,” he huffs out.
“Great. Just great.” Incensed we lost her while pratting about on the phone, I cross over to the pharmacy and open the door.
The pretty beta chemist smiles at me, giving it all that, as most women do in my presence. They know a catch when they see one. Too bad for them, I’ve never been interested in anyone enough to take them seriously. However, a charming smile goes a long way.
I lean on the counter, and stare at her name tag. “Sandy. How’re you?”
“I’m good. How’re you?” Her bright smile goes a bit sultry.
I cast my gaze up to her mouth, seeing her pout her pink lips slightly. I give her the impression that I’m thinking about them around my cock, but all I can think about is the omega. Looking up, I search her eyes. “Sandy, any chance you could tell me the name of the woman who was just in here. She dropped something outside, I want to return it.”
Sandy blinks once, her disappointment crashing down over her. “I can’t give out that information,” she says stiffly.
“Please?” I ask, giving her my best flirty gaze, biting my lower lip in a way that I know is sexy because it’s worked a thousand times in the past.
She stares at my mouth, her cheeks flushing.
Unfortunately, a thousand and one isn’t today. Her professionalism falls into place, and she steps back. “No can do,” she says. “If you persist in harassing me, I will call the police.”
