Page 69 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterTwenty
TREV
At six in the morning, my phone rings, shocking me awake. I grumble and grab it off the bedside table, answering it out of obligation.
“Yeah?” I rasp.
“The Omega Council requested a meeting.”
I sit, rubbing my eyes. “Captain? It’s Sunday.”
“Who else would it be? Days don’t matter when the Omega Council calls. We’re on at eight. Get your ass out of bed and get ready.” His wife says something in the background. “Trev doesn’t deserve your coffee, Amy.”
“Like hell I don’t,” I say with a laugh. “She knows how I like it.”
“If she wasn’t madly in love with me, I’d be pissed she offered to make you some.”
Standing, I switch the phone to my other ear. “We all know men are dead to Amy now, Cap. I’ll see you at the station at six-thirty?”
“Sounds good, we need to go over what happened at the Twisters bust.”
“See you soon.” I hang up and toss the phone on my bed. “Fuck,” I say to the empty room. Did Curtis rat us out? I wouldn’t put it past the bastard. Yanking on a fresh uniform, I grind my jaw and try to think of a plausible reason as to why we’d let Whitney stay that won’t end up with us all in jail.
* * *
“Sergeant,” Captain Riley says, handing me a tumbler. He’s waiting outside my office.
I nod. “Captain, tell your wife I said hello.” Unlocking the door, I let us both in. It’s almost seven now. Only an hour until the meeting.
He narrows his brown eyes on me when I turn to face him. “Watch it, kid.”
“Easy, easy. I don’t want any trouble. I have my own problems.”
“Oh? Got an omega for your pack?”
Realizing my slip, I clench my jaw and shake my head. “No, but we’ve been talking about finding one. Asher and Avi want one. I’m not so sure.”
“I’ve heard they can be a handful.” He chuckles. “It’s not so bad being a beta every now and then.”
Captain Riley is a beta and the only one of his kind to be ranked so high within the Dolin Police Department. The more official titles are typically reserved for alphas, but the captain has proved his worth time and time again. He was one of the best detectives our force had.
“So, what’s this business about the council?”
He grimaces. “Camila wanted a meeting. She’s searching for an omega and wanted to talk to the man who ran the raid.”
“Did she get the write-up?” I sip on the coffee, sighing in appreciation. Riley’s mate adds milk and drizzles caramel in it. It’s a better cup than I would have gotten inside the office.
“Sent it over to her the morning after, but she’s a bit intense.”
Intense means she’s a jerk. Riley doesn’t like to openly talk badly about people, but I’ve learned his code over the years.
“I’m not sure what else I can tell her, but I’m happy to go over it again with her.” I take my seat and lean back, meeting the captain’s gaze.
“Do you have anything you need to tell me?” His eyes are hard and scrutinizing, the old detective in him coming out to play.
“Aside from the fact that your wife makes a damn good cuppa?” I laugh, playing off the question. If I were guilty, I’d be defensive.
“You’re lucky I like you, Trev.” Riley taps my desk with the edge of his tumbler which is nearly identical to the one he handed me. “Print out a few copies of that write-up. I’ll be back in about thirty. We can drive together.”
