“Randall?”
Randall kept walking.
“Please,Randall,” Dash pleaded.
The alpha stopped in his tracks and spun to face Dash, his face a mask of displeasure. “Can Ihelpyou?”
“I’m still working that case I mentioned last night.”
Randall gave him a sarcastic glare, clearly not believing him.
Lowering his voice, Dash pushed on. “I pulled arrest reports for another raid at the Dragon that happened a few weeks ago,but there seems to be a lot of missing data. A lot of them don’t even have booking photos.”
Randall nodded. “I wasn’t working that night so I can’t really help you.”
“Have you worked the nights of any of theotherraids there?”
Randall sighed. “Last night was my first.”
“I overheard a claim that there areseveralmissing alphas—all of them corresponding with one of the many raids there. Know anything about that?”
Randall walked closer, snatched his arm, and dragged him across the grand lobby. Dash tried to pull his arm away, but Walker men clearly had too much strength for their own damned good. They ended up behind the second-floor stairs, tucked behind a vending machine and hidden from view. “Becarefulasking the questions you’re asking.”
“Why?”
Randall glanced towards the narrow space leading to their hiding spot and then back to him. “It’s complicated.”
“I’ve been employed by a powerful, wealthy client to find his missing alpha son. What do you think happens if I tell him the Guard is stonewalling me?”
“His son was at the Dragon, so your client won’t want to make a big stink and risk anyone learning that,” Randall said. “Which is why he’s using you and not going through us.”
“How do you know he hasn’t already tried to go through you?” Dash knew they hadn’t, but Randall’s comment hinted hemightknow who the client was.
“If a powerful, wealthy family hadn’t gotten the answers they’d been looking for in terms of their missing son, they’d have gottenloudabout it. They’d be shouting it from the steps outside with reporters hungry to tell their story. I haven’t heard shit. I’d bet they never reported him missing to the Guard. If they didn’tcome to us, they likely suspect he was up to no good, maybe even knew he’s…”
“Alpha-attracted?”Dash offered when Randall didn’t finish.
Randall quickly looked over his shoulder. When he turned back to Dash, he glared. “Be…careful.”
Dash narrowed his eyes. They couldn’t even say the words? Dash sensed Emerson might’ve given his younger brother too much benefit of the doubt.
Randall had a point, though. If the Lachlins suspected Jaye was involved in something illegal, they wouldn’t have gone to the Guard. There was the potential drugs at the parties, but he didn’t think that was enough to keep the story quiet, so they must’ve known something bigger. What hadn’t Crenshaw told him?
“What else am I supposed to do? I found a cocktail napkin from the Dragon hidden in his house. It’s my only clue. I was there last night, looking foranyone who might’ve seen him.”
“Did you find anyone?”
“I won’t share information that could be used against my client’s son.”
“Is that what you were doing with Emerson last night? Digging for information?” Randall searched Dash’s face. “What did you get out of him?”
Dash froze. “Ask him yourself. I won’t speak for your brother.”
Randall stared. Dash stared back, unapologetic.
“Not saying he was, but if your brother was a patron there, what would you do to him?”
Randall’s brows furrowed, and he looked so much like Emerson it was ridiculous.“Do to him?What do you think I’d do?”
