Page 116 of Their Knotty Pack
Love you. Glad he took care of you. ?? *red heart emoji*
Miles
Don't worry, nymph. I took care of him too ?? *winky face emoji*
Oh, btw, he calls me "sprite" now. It's adorable.
Me
Like the soda?
Miles
No, like the mythical creature. He went online and looked up mischievous creatures. YOU apparently are a pixie.
Smiling to myself, I shake my head, putting my phone back into my purse.
I turn, eager to see the rest of this office, and my eyes catch on something I have no idea how I missed before.
A rolling whiteboard, against the side wall and it's…covered. Maps, files, newspaper clippings…photos. Dozens and dozens of photos, all with women's faces—no, not just women.
Omegas.
All the missing omegas, some connected by red string, some with nothing surrounding them, but they all have one thing in common.
I recognize every single one.
My brain can't pinpointwhyI recognize all of them, but it's unmistakable, I know that I've spoken with each and every woman on this board.
Names and timeframes are scrawled onto the corners.
Olivia Benson. Missing two years.
Heather Ortega. Missing six months.
Rhiannon Ford. Missing one year, three months.
Victoria Carter. Missing one year, eight months.
The names go on and on as my eyes fly across the board. Did I help these girls at the OMS?
The sound of the door opening has me jumping, and Hunter winces in apology. "Shoot. Sorry. I had just remembered this was in here. I was hoping you were snooping through my desk instead." He gives me a weak smile.
"I…" I can't get the words out. What are the odds I would recognize every single one of these girls?
Hunter misinterprets the reason for my horror. "I know, bluebell," he comes up next to me, wrapping a comforting arm around my shoulder, "I've been chasing this case for the last couple of years, and seeing their faces never gets any easier."
"I…" I close my eyes, willing the words to come out. I don't know what it means, but maybe Hunter will. "I recognize them."
Hunter stills, his arms dropping from my shoulders as he turns me, gripping my arms and looking into my eyes. "Them?" he asks carefully, not betraying any emotion. "Which ones, Bethany?"
"All of them." I choke out, glancing to the side, and finally it clicks into place. These are all omegas that Pack Hansen would take me to dinner to meet with.
"You're sure it's not from the OMS?" Hunter's partner, Georgia, asks me gently from across the table. Damien grips my hand. He had gotten to the station a mere five minutes after my revelation, and decided to stay with me while I talked to Hunter and Georgia.
According to them, the missing omegas all have three things in common. They moved here from out of town, they are packless, and have no extended family in the area.
And now, they all met with Pack Hansen at some point before they went missing.
