Page 71 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Why don’t we start from the beginning. Who is Curtis and what happened to the omega he purchased, Whitney something or other?” She scoffs. “Some low pack degenerate.”
I slide my gaze to Riley. His jaw is clenched but this is the part where we shut up and let the high pack omega say her ugly words. She doesn’t even notice her slip, staring expectantly at me. I launch into a long-winded explanation of who Curtis is and why we raided his club, giving her every minor detail she doesn’t need.
“Interesting. So let me make sure I understand. This Curtis fellow was drugging his employees?”
“And selling drugs.”
“Right,” she says, studying me. “What happened to Whitney?”
“Well, as you know, we held her overnight when we arrested her.”
“The day before she was auctioned, I do recall.” Her eyes flare with anger.
I make a mental note to ask Whitney why Camila hates her so much.
“She was hurt by Curtis’ omega. The paramedic attended to her and one of my detectives took Whitney to her home.”
“Which home?”
“I’m sorry?”
“She had an apartment and a home. Which home did your detective take her to?”
Fuck.
“I don’t know for certain, ma’am, but I’m sure he took her wherever she asked.”
“Interesting. Did she have her things?” Camila leans forward slightly, squinting at me.
“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t paying that close attention to her. We made a lot of arrests that night.”
“I’m sure you did. Cleaning up Dolin like you should. Let me ask, do you think this detective could come in to talk to me?”
“He’s off today, but I can call him.” That’s a lie, but maybe she’ll let it go if he isn’t working.
“Do you mind?” She pretends to pout. “I hate to think of that poor omega out there without a pack. Her heat will be happening soon and she’ll need alphas to take care of her.”
“I understand, let me step out and give him a call.” I nod to Riley and get out of the seat, walking to the door with unhurried steps.
God-fucking-dammit. Fucking Asher.
He should have known better.
Dialing his number, I walk down the hall, clenching my free hand into a fist.
“What’s up?”
“Asher.”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “What happened? I’m almost to the station.”
“I need you to come to the convention center. The Omega Council wants to talk about what happened during the Twisters raid. Guess that omega you took home turned up missing.”
I give him all I can. There are cameras lining the hallway and they’re sure to have microphones. Asher curses down the line.
“I’ll meet you outside.” I hang up and head back to the office. “He’s a few minutes out. I’ll go wait for him so I can show him the way.”
Camila beams at me. “Thank you so much, officer.”
