“There’s a lot of people looking for them,” Hunter assured me. “We know she’s still alive.”
Alive wasn’t good enough. I needed her safe too.
“Should we wait at the restaurant?” Hunter suggested. “We’ll be able to see when the manager gets here, and the cops are on their way to talk to us.”
“I can’t sit down right now, but you three go ahead.”
“I’ll get you something to eat,” Hunter insisted. “We can’t do anything else until the manager gets here, and I know as soon as we have the hint of a lead, you’re going to rush into action. You need fuel for that.”
I wanted to argue, but he was right.
I allowed my pack to herd me into the restaurant. None of us were really in the mood to eat, but I forced myself to choke down a basket of chicken strips.
An officer came to talk to us, collecting information, though we had precious little to give. They assured us units were out looking, but without knowing a vehicle or even a direction they might’ve gone, they weren’t optimistic.
The wait was fucking torturous, and the manager ended up taking closer to three hours after she got stuck in traffic from an accident.
She had a police officer with her when she arrived. We stampeded into her shop, probably scaring the shit out of her.
“What’s going on?” the officer asked.
The words tumbled out of me in a rush, but he got the gist and nodded for the manager to open her office and pull up the footage for him. We were forced to wait outside.
I was surprised their floor survived me pacing so much.
The officer stepped out. “I’m not sure how helpful the footage will be. We can only see the omegas in question for a second. Itlooks like the vehicle was a black Chevy cargo express. Do you know anyone who drives that? Could this have been a targeted abduction?”
“Targeted is incredibly likely,” said Parker. “One of the omegas taken is Magnolia Ashcroft, my sister. Our family is worth billions. The other is Clover Wright, our pack omega.”
The officer whistled low. “Shit. Let me update the officers with what vehicle to watch for.” He disappeared briefly. “We saw a face in the footage, but it was grainy. Do you want to take a look and see if it’s anyone familiar?”
“Yes.” Clover’s panic still choked me, but I managed to force the word out.
We followed him into the office, and the manager navigated to a freeze frame. One face was totally obscured, though by their height and breadth, I assumed them to be alpha. The other face, definitely grainy, but with a couple distinguishing features, made my blood run cold.
Fury boiled in my gut.
Howfuckingdare they?
My fathers had done their best to ruin my life, but that wasn’t good enough for them anymore. Now they had to go and target my omega too? Fuck them and fuck this.
“Who is it?” Parker asked.
“Those are my fathers. Fucking Christ. I didn’t even know Rick was in town again.”
My mother’s relationship with her alphas was very off and on. They disappeared when it suited them and returned like nothing happened whenever they felt like it.
“Where would they go?” the officer asked.
Parker was on his phone again. “Delia Murray has an account we put a stipend into.”
“And Delia is?”
“My mother.” I buried my face in my hands.
“Where does she live?”
“I don’t know. She moves around a lot. I haven’t seen her in person for years.”
