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He quirks an eyebrow. “Did the police assign someone to her case?”
I scoff and shake my head. “They told me the only detective they have is stuck with another case. They’ve taken a report, but that’s all they’ve done. It’s not a priority,” I mutter, huffing and shaking my head.
He stares at me a moment longer, as if debating something in his head. Then, with a small sigh, he reaches for his keyboard and begins to type. “What city are you in?” he asks, staring at his screen.
“Isleton,” I reply.
He stops typing and gazes up at me. “Oh, so you know Ben,” he says amusedly, as the corner of his eyes crinkle. “That’s how you know about us.” He chuckles to himself.
“Ben said you were the best,” I insist, hoping the name recognition is a good sign. “And that if anyone could help, it would be your bureau.”
“Of course, he said that,” he murmurs, sighing deeply. “Well, at least you saw me, and not River.”
I frown. “River?”
“His cousin.”
“Oh.” I shift on my feet as he regards me with his sympathetic dark eyes.
“I’m sorry, Skylar, but your two minutes is up,” he says gently. “I’m truly sorry about your friend, but our entire bureau is booked with cases.”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I pray they don’t fall down my cheeks.
“Could I hire you?” I blurt desperately. “I have reward money saved up, and…”
He stands up and walks out from behind the desk, his tall frame towering over me. “Our entire team is busy,” he says softly. “I would work with your local police department—”
He’s rejecting you.
I place the box of macarons on the desk harder than necessary. His eyes widen a fraction as I flip open the box, showcasing the delicate cookies placed in their paper sleeves.
“April and I run a coffee shop, and we’re famous for our macarons,” I say, my eyes dropping to focus on the treats. “I just wanted to leave you some and thank you for your time.”
“Miss Bloom—”
“Or maybe convince you to change your mind,” I chuckle bitterly, shaking my head. “Well, enjoy them. I made some flavors specific for you. I appreciate the help,” I add sarcastically.
I don’t even want to look at him anymore.
We’re running out of time to find April, and I don’t want this Alpha to watch me burst into tears as I think about it.
I need to get out of here now.
“Let me walk you out, at least,” the detective tries, a polite smile on his face.
I shake my head and try to return his smile. “That’s okay, I’ll be—”
“Hey asshole, I need your help with—” a gruff voice interrupts, and another Alpha in a dark brown leather jacket enters the room, his spicy scent overwhelming.
He quirks an eyebrow as he regards me, a messy stack of papers in his hand.
“Who are you?” he demands, and my mouth turns dry.
7
LANDON
There’s a box of cookies on my desk, and an Omega that smells like warm vanilla standing in front of me.
