Page 58 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Damn, you don’t think he’ll get bail, do you?”
“He pays top dollar for representation…” I trail off. I don’t know if he’ll get out on bail. I sure as shit hope not, but there’s nothing we can do to stop it.
“Shit. I should call Whitney.”
Raising my eyebrows, I take his coffee. He’s too distracted by the omega to react to my thievery. “She’s fine with Avi.”
He bristles. “I know. I meant in case Curtis gets off.”
“Why don’t we wait until we hear from the lawyer before we scare her?”
“Good idea.” He walks off, completely forgetting about his drink.
Fine by me, I need all the caffeine I can get after staying up late. I head to my desk to do some admin work while I wait, shooting glares at the holding room Curtis is in.
He better not get out again.
* * *
“You’re fucking kidding me,” I tell Trev five hours later. “What did the judge say?”
Curtis got bailed out and is being processed. In less than ten minutes, that shithead will be free, at least until his official hearing in three weeks.
“That he wasn’t a flight risk. Set his bond at ten-thousand.”
Crumpling a piece of paper in my hand, I growl. “That’s nothing to him. He’s a drug dealer for fuck’s sake.”
“I know.” Trev yawns and rubs his face. “I’m beat.”
“Did you even sleep last night?”
He shakes his head. “I didn’t want to risk her running again and that little freak-out bothered me.” Trev’s eyes skate around the room and people pretend to diligently work. As soon as he goes back to his office they’ll be back on their phones.
Hayden appears from the breakroom, annoyance rippling over his features. “Seriously?”
“Nothing we can do, you know that.” Trev squares his shoulders toward the beta. He doesn’t normally pull the alpha card, but Hayden is ready to fight and that’s not a good look in front of other officers. Trev is his superior.
“I’ll follow him. He’ll break at least one law within twenty-four hours.” Hayden flicks his gaze to me.
“You can’t stalk him, Hay,” I say with a sigh. “I don’t want him out either, but we’re going to have to wait for the trial. Unless he plans on running, he’s going to prison.”
“He’s gotten out of charges before,” Hayden mutters, turning when a door opens.
Curtis struts out, securing a watch to his wrist. He scans the room, a wolfish smile tugging on his lips. His beady eyes find the three of us. “Time to go see my woman. Always a pleasure, boys.”
“See you in three weeks,” I say, scowling at him.
He snickers and shoves the door open, whooping and jogging toward his lawyer. The black vehicle waiting for him is too damn expensive for a low pack to afford. How can Curtis, a low pack alpha, pay high pack lawyer retainers? Oh yeah, he’s a damn drug dealer. Not only that, he’s responsible for the current overdose problem Dolin is having. How many people will he kill with his fentanyl-laced heroin before his trial?
Too fucking many.
You smell like that bitch. “He knows Whitney is at our house.”
“Shelly is still locked up,” Hayden says, reading my mind. “Fuck.”
I stand and grab my things. Hayden is already halfway to the door. I don’t ask him to wait; if Curtis is going to find Whitney, he needs to get there ASAP.
“He probably has a girlfriend,” Trev says, eyes narrowed in disapproval.
