Leroy circles his shoulders, releasing tension. “We transfer the prisoners to OCB holdings and catalogue everything.” He risesand shoves his empty coffee mugs to the middle of the table. “I’ve gotta make a call to the military. They’ll likely take over this scene, since we’ve confirmed these alpha bombs.” He excuses himself and strides out the door.
We found both a haze distribution center and the lab for the experimental pheromone attack, but I don’t feel any satisfaction. Who knows if anything here will tie back to the man who abused my omega, let alone get Zack out of prison.
“Callisto?” I ask, hating the emotional whine in my tone.
“It’s okay, Ricky,” he says, fingers squeezing my neck. “This proves we were attacked. I can get Zack out.”
I nod and turn back to the screen. If he’s sure, then I have nothing to worry about.
The feeds show the agents getting the captured men into transport vans and more agents coming in to photograph all the evidence. Paramedics arrive for the agent who fell earlier, and I’m relieved to see he’s still breathing.
One camera peeks into the trunk of the city cab up on ramps for maintenance. The agent unzips a suitcase, revealing a collection of haze bottles inside.
“Son of a bitch,” Callisto hisses. “They’re using the taxi service to move the haze to their dealers.”
An agent at the far end of the table nods. “We noticed in our investigation last night that this place is one of the recommended garages for the Laversham Taxi Service. But the volume of cars coming through meant some jobs were far too quick to actually fix anything. Now we know why.”
I can’t peel my gaze away from those deceptively harmless-looking bottles as the agent counts them. Twelve vials. It might be Red’s haze, about to circulate through the market. I want to march over there and snatch it all away so no one can even look at it. Not that Red would want it anywhere near her, but no one else should have it.
Callisto’s hand on my neck quivers, and his alpha aura rises. The two agents sneak glances at us, feeling the spreading wrath.
“We’ll find everything he took,” Calli promises me darkly. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you this yet, but we traced Ray’s money all the way to Alpha Cash.”
“Shit! Really?”
“Yeah. And Lector’s initiating a takeover. The board already agreed.”
The shock grips my nerves, making me spasm. Wren might be a household name for luxury department stores, but to branch into finance? That’s massive.
When my mouth drops open but no words come out, Callisto laughs hollowly. “Right? It scares me too, but we’re cutting off his legs.” He looks down and notices his grip on my neck. Instantly he releases me and pulls a chair closer to sit by us, keeping his other hand on Red’s back. “That bastard has nowhere to go but down.”
The dangerous glint in his black eyes promises vengeance and my soul stirs. Calli’s worked tirelessly for us, and it has nothing to do with his career win streak. “Thank you,” I murmur.
The smile he flashes me promises more to come. The OCB will seize whatever they find, and the Wrens will take control of the rest, squeezing Ray’s options one by one.
I turn back to the screen, and one angle catches my attention. The camera trails across a shelf full of folders until the agent pulls one out to flip through, revealing small photos of people and personal information. The agent leafs through with gloved hands, revealing hundreds of profiles.
My heart skids to a halt.
Agent Leroy throws open the door with a bang. “All right, the military are officially taking over the site, so shut down the recording.”
“Wait!” I cry. I surge to my feet, shoving Red into Callisto’s arms and running forward to point to the feed. “This one. Ask him to flip through the book once more, please.”
Leroy frowns.
Callisto’s voice rings out behind me. “Please, Leroy. Ricky’s good with details.”
Leroy covers his irritation and picks up the headset, giving an order and citing the small number shown in the feed’s corner. A moment later, the gloved hands open the book once more and flick through the pages slowly.
A leaf falls, showing a glossy photo of a handsome man with wavy brown hair and bright green eyes. The agent on the other end pauses, recognizing the picture. Everyone in the country would recognize Bradley Jacks.
“Holy shit,” Callisto breathes out.
A gong rings in my head as I stare, echoing as flashbacks of my time in the movie industry play behind my eyes. “Is this a client book?” I grind out.
“We don’t know yet,” Leroy says tightly. “But I can’t imagine another reason for having a list like this.”
I turn away, feeling the strength drain from my body.
