“What did it say?” he asks.
“How’s the gym? I see business is good.”
He sighs and snatches up a towel, rubbing it over his head.
“Pierce, we have to tell Beckett.”
“We can find him, though, can’t we?”
“We’ve been over this. All electronic records for Randal Voss dropped off about a year ago. No tax records, no DMV, no property rental, nothing.”
“So, this little bitch is just going to keep sending us letters? Is there a point to all of this? Besides terrorizing us?”
That is the point. Pierce knows that. Reed’s father is just working us up to get to the big ask.
“We have to talk to Beckett.” I say again.
“And say what, exactly? Admit that we’ve been lying this whole time about what happened to Reed? You think he’s going to take that well?”
I straighten up and pull my pants back over my hips. Thank god I’m not wearing skin-tight jeans today. As I stuff myself back in and zip up, I try not to look at Pierce’s face.
“We’ll find him,” he says emphatically.
I sigh and open the laptop on the desk, skating my finger across the trackpad to wake it up.
“Regardless, we still have to tell Beckett.”
I sit at the desk and peel my arms out of my jacket. There’s a stack of bills to pay and invoices to process.
“Remember when we first got to Detroit? What the plan was?”
All the air gets trapped in my lungs. He can’t mean what I think he means.
“You’re the one who said we’d go if it got tricky for Beckett,” he says.
I stare at the screen. My fingers are shaking so badly I mistype my password.
“We’ll figure it out.” I can barely get the words out.
“I’m going to shower,” Pierce says, and I don’t watch him leave the office.
Chapter twenty-two
ASH
Estellenarrowshereyesat me.
“What?”
I squirm in my seat. She has this way of looking right into you and finding your deepest, darkest secrets. I’ve kind of gotten used to that.
“Nothing. You look pretty today.”
“I look like I should be in the kitchen taking out the trash and not drinking whatever this is.” I lean across the table and hiss in a whisper, pointing to the delicate glass with orange juice and bubbly liquor. “And I smell like bacon grease.”
She gives me her “patient” look. I know she’s holding back a “stupid little omega” comment.
“First, you’re an omega, you always smell fantastic. Second, take your hair down, and brush it toward your face, and you will look like you’re a model going on a casting call.”
