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That is, until Hunter's work phone rings sometime in the early morning. "Song," he answers sleepily, trying to keep quiet. I'm close enough to hear the voice on the other line.
"Detective Song, it's Maverick. I think…I think we found out who your mole is."
Chapter 53
Hunter
I'm in the middle of the best sleep of my life, Bethany curled up against my side when my damn work phone goes off. "Song," I answer, trying to keep quiet but there's no hiding the tiredness in my voice.
"Detective Song, it's Maverick." The gruff voice on the other line has me sitting up. "I think…I think we found out who your mole is."
"You what?" I ask, jumping out of bed and booking it downstairs to my makeshift office. "Please explain."
The clock on the wall says five in the morning.
"I've been staked out all night, and about thirty minutes ago a uniformed officer approached their door, an omega in cuffs with him. The presence of a police officer threw me off, and I thought maybe it was an errant sister or cousin, being brought home after a night of drinking." He huffs a breath, and I'm itching to just tell him to get on with it, but I understand the importance of getting every detail right.
"So…when he walked into the house with her, I was more than a little confused. I looked up the name on the beta's name plate—turns out he's the nephew of that Sergeant that told you to not waste resources on Pack Hansen."
Shit. Shit, shit,shit.
Swallowing roughly, I close my eyes. "What was the name of the officer?"
I have a feeling I already know. Brody was in tune enough to catch it, but not me.
"H. Carlson."
Fuck.
"Do you have a plan here, detective?" Maverick asks, sounding hesitant. "This sounds like it goes pretty far up."
"We don't know that." I shake my head. "I…can you send me pictures? I'll compile evidence and bring it to a judge. Judge Beatrice Caldwell. We need to make a move before they do anything with the omega. We can't just storm in there, not with the possibility of Sergeant Wilks being in on everything. Not when they can fabricate arrest records or say that she requested to be brought there."
"I'll keep an eye on the place, and if they try to move her, or if someone else comes for her, I'll follow and let you know."
"Copy." My heart beats so rapidly I'm surprised it isn't exploding. "Maverick?"
"Yeah, boss?"
"You're armed, right?"
"To the teeth."
I nod, my heart settling a little. "Good."
We hang up, and when I finally lift my head, I see Bethany standing in my doorway, eyes wide.
I wince. I can't believe I didn't realize she was standing right there. "How much of that did you hear?" I ask, running a hand through my hair.
"All of it," she whispers, her fingers toying with the hem of her sleep shirt.
"Come here, bluebell." I push my chair out a little, and she climbs into my lap, her nose running up my neck to breathe me in.
"What areyou going to do?" she asks quietly, her fingers tracing circles around my bare chest.
"I—" My words cut off as the pictures from Maverick come through, and Bethany stiffens in my lap. "Yeah, he was at the crime scene when your office was smashed."
"No," she chokes out a whisper, using two fingers to zoom in on the profile of the omega. "That's…that's Gina Sterling."
