“You two mind stepping out of the truck for me, please?”
Aiden looks at me, brows pinched.
“Do what the po-po says, baby. We don’t want any trouble if we’re going to have a chance at finding our girl,” I sayourgirl, because Aiden is my man, and what is his is mine.
I can’t say I didn’t feel some kind of pull toward the girl when he first showed me her photo.
I’d be lying if I wasn’t at least a little bit interested in what she looks like today. She’s thirty-one now, only five years younger than us. A grown-up compared to the girl in that photo, I’m sure.
Nodding his head, he opens the door when the sheriff takes a step back.
Opening my door, I round the front of the truck to stand next to Aiden.
“Something we can help you with, officer?” I ask, shoving my hands in my pockets, leaning against my truck.
“Actually, there is. I’ve gotten some calls from the people of my town letting me know there are a couple of unknown Alphas around town. Would you be with the fellows who made a bit of a wave down at Club 21 the other night?”
My brow lifts, attention shifting to Aiden. “Fucking Harlan.”
The sheriff grunts. “I’d take that as a yes. I’m gonna tell you the same thing I told your buddies. I get that you have a job to do, and while I’m agreeable about letting you do what you need to, I don’t take kindly to you harassing my people. If you’re looking for someone, I suggest you take a more subtle approach. If you disrupt my town too much, I’m going to ask you to leave. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
“Of course not, Sheriff...?”
“Lynch. Syrus Lynch.”
“Syrus.” I nod. “We don’t mean any harm, and we apologize if we made anyone uncomfortable. It wasn’t our intention at all.”
He nods. “Might I give you some advice?”
“Feel free.” I wave my hand towards him.
“Widows Peak is a town made to give people a safe place, primarily Omegas, where they can start over. Our number one rule that we do not budge on is safety. The moment someone's safety is put at risk, the threat is removed.” He gives me a hard look. By removed, I wonder if he means killed? It would be pretty easy to take someone out and hide their bodies here. Hardly anyone knows this town even exists.
“The number of Alphas in this town is low, meaning you and your buddies already stick out like a sore thumb. Starting to bug people for information on someone isn’t going to help.”
“We understand, sir. Won’t happen again. You will hardly know we’re here.”
“Hard to believe that.”
He goes to leave, but Aiden stops him. “Wait.”
Syrus stops and turns around. “Do you know a Lexi Davenport, or where we could find her?”
He raises a brow, but says nothing, and turns around to leave.
“He does.” I grin.
“How do you know? He didn’t say anything,” Aiden says.
“Because silence speaks louder than words. If he didn’t, he’d say as much.”
“Or he wouldn’t say anything because he doesn’t want to get involved."
“You could be right, but I choose to believe he knows Lexi, orofLexi. Therefore, she’s here. We just need to find a blonde woman in her early thirties."
“Gee,” Aiden drolls, his attention on the group of women walking by. All blonde and possibly in their thirties. “I bet that's gonna be so easy.”
I fight a smile. “Hey, ladies,” I call over. The women turn their heads, confused for a moment before their expressions change from wary to untrusting. “You by any chance know a Lexi?”
