George's eyebrows lifted. "That's it?" He was a little shocked that this detective was acting as if this was just a simple robbery. The man had no idea.
"We have your statements. Until we get a chance to find this guy and question him, there's not a lot more we can do at the moment."
"Look, you don't—"
Leon grabbed his arm even as he sent the detective a smile. "Thank you for your assistance, Detective. We'll be waiting to hear from you. I assume we're free to go now?"
Detective Watt eyed George intently. "Unless you can think of anything else."
George quickly shook his head. At this point, he just wanted to go. He'd had about all he could handle for one day. Unfortunately, his day wasn't over. They still needed to go to the lottery office.
He was really starting to rethink this whole lottery thing. The headache that was forming between his eyes was gearing up to be a doozy. He didn't understand why the whole thing had to have some much drama attached to it. It was insane.
"Can we really go now?" George asked Leon.
"Yeah."
George gratefully took Leon's hand when the man held it out. He was kind of growing used to holding the man's hand, and he was really starting to like it. He didn't even want to think about how it would be once his mate was gone. He was pretty sure his heartache would destroy him.
Uncle Allan and Ford were waiting for them when they stepped out of the bank manager's office. They stood then started for the door when George and Leon reached them. No one said anything until they were in the car and on the road.
"Alpha Barker's son was the one who took George's money," Leon said. "What can you tell me about him?"
"Raymond?" Uncle Allan asked. "He did this?"
Leon nodded.
"Alpha Barker is not going to like that."
George suspected not. He knew he certainly didn't. At the moment, though, Raymond Barker was the least of his worries. "We need to stop at another bank on the way to the lottery office. I need a new bank account."
"We can stop at my bank," Leon said. "Their security is top-notch. I know. I checked before I opened an account with them."
George chuckled. He could so see Leon doing something like that. The man was a tad bit obsessed with security, which so totally worked for George at the moment. He just couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen when he no longer needed security.
By the time they stopped at Leon's bank, set up an account, and then got back on the road, George was ready to call it a day. He briefly thought about calling lottery headquarters and making an appointment for another day, but quickly realized he'd just have to do all this shit again if he did. Better to just get it all over and done with on the same day.
When they pulled up in front of the tall office building that housed the lottery headquarters, George sucked in a breath. There were a lot of media trucks parked out front. "Do you think someone said something about me coming in?"
"I don't know," Leon replied as he started driving again, "but we're using the parking garage."
When they pulled up to the entrance of the parking garage, they were met by a security guard. The man walked over and leaned down toward the window. "Good afternoon, do you have business here today?"
Without missing a beat, Leon said, "Yes, we have an appointment with Schumer and Schumer Attorneys-At-Law. I believe they are on the tenth floor?"
The guard nodded. "Make sure you sign in at the lobby. Things are a little crazy today."
Leon raised an eyebrow. "What's going on? Did someone get hurt or something?"
George nearly swallowed his tongue when Leon started talking as if he was just having an everyday conversation with someone.
"Naw, man, that big lottery winner is supposed to be coming in today to claim his money."
"Lottery winner?"
"Don't you watch the news, man?"
Leon snorted. "Not if I can help it."
