"No, sir," Harley's voice was quiet and strong. "I don't."
"Okay. Colby is going to show you some emails and I need you to tell me if anything triggers a memory, okay?"
The Omega nodded and Colby began to pass him papers one by one. Other than a wicked blush as he read the more x-rated missives, Harley didn't respond. Not until Colby reached the second from last paper, that was. As soon as Harley glanced at the profile picture at the top of the printout, he began to shake violently.
"You know him, Harley?" Zade asked, placing a gentle hand on Harley's shoulder.
"I..I don't think so," Harley denied in a halting voice. "That is, I don't but for some reason, he makes me uncomfortable."
Uncomfortable? The kid was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. I nodded to Zade and he patted the boy's shoulder.
"Okay. I think that's all for now," Zade said gently. "Why don't you go get some rest?"
With Harley safely on the other side of the door, Colby snorted. "That's the one, all right."
"What do we know about him?" I asked.
Colby shrugged. "Pretty much zilch. He sent a dozen steamy direct messages suggesting that he and Harley get together, but his last known address was an Omega house on the East Coast. We'll need to send a crew for recon."
"I can do it." Colt volunteered. "I'm going to be heading that way in a couple of days." He shot a sideways glance at his brother. "Assuming you can spare me."
Clint just nodded.
I didn't ask why he was traveling to the coast. Hell, I didn't need to. Everyone was aware that Colt's mate had up and taken off a while back and he was still determined to hunt her down. If he was hitting the trail, it meant he'd been turned onto a scent.
"That'll work," I agreed. While Colt – and Clint and Trevor, for that matter – weren't COPSD members, they'd lenta hand more times than I could count, and I knew the werewolf could handle himself. "Send up a smoke signal if there's as much as a hair out of place on his head."
Colt nodded and I sighed, more than a little relieved. The last thing I'd wanted to do was head out on recon with my Omega due any day.
Colt caught my eye and winked, telling me he'd known exactly how I felt. Werewolves get a pretty bad rap, but they're some of the most loyal friends a shifter can have.
