Page 94 of Their Knotty Pack
"I just…it's about Gina."
"Gina?" I raise a brow. "Are you referring to Ms. Sterling, yourclient?"
"Yes," he huffs, "and she just…she just told me something really…disturbing."
My chest tightens slightly. "What is it?"
"She…she thinks someone's following her."
I frown, tapping my fingers on the desk. "Has she gone to the police?" If Hunter knew that an omega was being followed, he'd look into it. Not just because of the trafficking ring case he's been trying to crack, but because it's the right thing to do.
"She did," he nods once, looking down nervously, "she said…she said that they told her they can't do anything until something happens or until they have proof."
My teeth clench. "If something happens…there are omegas going missing. If something happens, she'll be one of those omegas. How is she supposed to be reporting anything if nobody can find her?"
"That's whatIsaid!" Kane says in an exasperated voice. "One of your mates is a detective, right? Why don't—"
I hold up my finger. "One of my packbrothers.Not my mate."
Kane's brows shoot up. "But he's fucking you, right? Or you know, you could fuck him, I like to switch it up every once in a while with my—”
I raise a brow to him, indicating that this is information that he doesnotneed to be sharing with me.
"Right, anyway, one of your packbrothersis a detective? Can't you say something to him?"
Oh, I definitely will.
"Only because I know for a fact that Hunter would never have turned away an omega who came to the police station for something like this, not because we're…you know. Friends or anything."
"Of course not," Kane gives me a lazy smirk. "Thanks for lookin' out, bossman." With that he leaves my office, and I huff out a breath before calling Hunter.
"Detective Song," Hunter answers in a professional tone, making my brows rise.
"It's Brody."
"Shit, sorry. I didn't even check my caller ID. What's up?" He sounds stressed as hell.
"Is everything okay with you?"
"Everything with me is fine, I just took a break from working earlier to spend time with Bethany, and now I'm playing catch up."
I frown. "Did you…wantto spend time with her?"
"Of course I did, and it was amazing and great and I even kissed her—"
Hewhat?
"Hold on just a second. I thought you couldn't feel that way about anyone unless you have a deep emotional attachment."
"Kissing isn't sex."
"No shit."
"What I'm saying is…" he sighs, and I can just imagine how he's running his hand over his face. "It's not just like…one day the connection reaches a certain level and then poof, an erection. It's gradual, and that's where I'm at with her."
"Well then, I'm happy for you."
"Thanks," he sighs again, "now, did you call for a reason? I'm a little swamped on this case."
