Page 35 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“That’s not possible,” Connor insists. “It was a big place.”
“Yeah, with no paperwork, no equipment, no computers, nothing but a few beds and bedding.”
“I assume those were swabbed for DNA and other evidence.”
“They were,” he says, leaning in, “but here’s the interesting thing.” He meets my eyes, lowering his voice. “That evidence has gone walkabout.”
“What?”
“It’s missing.”
“What the fuck?” I growl. “How can it go missing?”
Sampson shrugs. “Very good question. Line is it accidentally got placed in the destroy pile and was incinerated.”
“Fuck,” Connor says, drumming his fingers on the table surface. “Fuck.”
“What’s your thoughts?” I ask Sampson.
“Probably the same as yours, Silver. Smells fishy as hell. We have your witness statements and when the omega has emerged from her heat cycle, we’ll take hers too. It isn’t enough to go on. We can charge the doctor with kidnap and assault. But tracking down the others involved? Getting to the bottom of what the hell was going on?” He shrugs. “I suspect there are higher powers involved, something bigger than this one incident.”
I spin my coffee cup around in my hands, glancing down into the jet black liquid. “Yeah,” I say, “I think you’re right.”
“Any idea who those higher powers could be?” Connor asks us both.
“Me? No,” Sampson says, picking up the pot of sugar and pouring enough to rot his teeth into his drink. He stirs it with a teaspoon and drops it on the table with a clank. “How about you?”
“I have some ideas,” I tell them. “Ones I’ll be looking into.”
“If you find anything–”
“I’ll be in touch and you’ll do the same.”
Sampson nods.
Our culinary tastes may have deviated since we both left the unit, but Sampson’s a good man. One of the few I trust outside my pack and the men working for me.
“How about the omega?” Connor asks, his voice tightening with caution.
“What about her?” Sampson asks, lifting his drink and eyeing us both with interest over the rim of his coffee cup.
If he was surprised to see me and Connor here together this morning, he did a good job of hiding it. But perhaps he reserved all his surprise for when our two packs called in this crime. Together. Usually, people are telling on us and the crap we’ve done to each other. I bet he choked on his donut when he learned we’d been working together.
“Is there any danger she’s going to be charged for the …” Connor points to his eye.
“The doctor has been strongly discouraged from pursuing any charges. And even if he changed his mind, it was self defense, right?”
“Hell, it was,” I say.
In all honesty, the man is lucky to be alive, all those shitty medics are too. If we’d had more time, then who knows what the fuck us boys would have done to them.
“She’ll be okay,” Sampson says.
“You know if any charges are brought,” Connor says, “we’ll be finding her the best goddamn lawyers in the country.”
“This one’s special, is she?”
“She took the asshole’s eye out, what do you think?”
