I pinched his little toe. “I hate it when you do that.”
When the door unexpectedly opened, I rolled to my side.
Blue paused at the threshold. “Sorry to bother you. I just got a message from the Boring pack. I think it was that scrawny guy who suggested that Andy killed his mate.”
I sat up. “What did he say?”
“He says Alisa was secretly pregnant. He overheard the Packmaster talking about it before her death. The snitch thinks it was someone else’s baby, and that’s why Andy killed her.”
“But she fits all the criteria.”
Blue leaned against the doorjamb. “Yeah, it’s just sad. The pregnancy is worth mentioning to the Relic. We might have to consider that one a question mark.”
“Thanks for the cheery news,” Christian said, tossing one of my socks to the floor.
Blue chuckled under her breath. “I’ll let you two get back to whatever it is that you’re doing.”
When the door closed, I crawled next to Christian and nestled against his warm chest.
He stroked my hair before giving my shoulder a light squeeze. “If it’s a virus, there’s something else to consider.”
“And what’s that?”
“Viktor might perish.”
I shook my head. “He’s not an alpha.”
“Aye. But who is to say what comes next? You can’t control a microscopic enemy. First it’s the alphas, but does it stop there?”
Chapter 26
On Friday night we left early to meet with Graham. Blue and I were eager to present our findings now that we’d found a link between the deaths.
“I hope he knows a specialist.” Blue gripped the window crank and rolled up her window. “I bet there are secret labs that study this kind of thing.”
“And I bet there are secret labs that cook it,” I suggested.
“Why the hell did you take this case? I don’t want this responsibility. If this is a virus and people find out we were involved, they’ll blame us. They’ll either say we didn’t do anything soon enough or that we were the ones who started it. That’s how this always goes.” She wound up her long hair and tied it in a messy knot. “I guess Harper is the only one left on my list. Has she called?”
I glanced at the backup phone Wyatt had given me. “Not yet.”
“Do you remember anything about your conversation with her that would suggest Bono was an alpha?”
I turned the steering wheel at a light and tried to recall every detail. “I think she said something about how he couldn’t start his own pack, and nobody wanted him in theirs, but she might have been implying that hewasn’tan alpha.”
Blue pointed toward a brightly lit corner. “This is it. I’ll look for him while you park.”
It was Friday night in the human district. Neon lights drew people to the pizza shops, theater, arcades, diners, and bars. A group crossed in front of my truck, one woman stopping to adjust her bra straps.
“It could be a while,” I grumped. “Looks like all the parking spaces are taken up. I’m going to have to circle around and see if there’s anything open.”
“Try valet somewhere.”
“Fuck that. I’m not giving a stranger the keys to my truck.”
“Shall I kidnap him so we can go somewhere else?”
“Please do.”
