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Her Omega scent is faded; the hints of vanilla and clove are stale and barely waft through the house anymore.
Tammy meets my gaze and narrows her eyes.
“Call the police,” she says. “I’m not taking any chances.”
I swallow and dial 911.
2
SKYLAR
“And when did you last see her?” the Beta officer asks as he makes a police report. He’s far too calm about this for my liking, but I bite my tongue and try to remain as cordial as possible.
“Yesterday,” I say, watching as he fills out the paperwork. We’re both sitting at April’s dining room table. I sit directly across from him while Tammy stands with her arms crossed, a frown etched into her features.
April’s a spitting image of her. Tammy’s light brown hair is pulled into a low bun, and her eyes are the same shade of brown as her daughter’s.
There were just a few more years of age on her face—but she still looks youthful enough to be April’s older sister instead of mother.
“Yesterday…where?” the officer asks.
“At April’s Café. We both work there,” I add.
“And I own it,” Tammy pipes in.
At that, the officer puts down his paper and looks up at me. “Oh, you do? You have the best macarons, you know that?” He flashes me a grin. “That espresso one is incredible.”
I scoff and glance at Tammy, who narrows her eyes. “Officer, my daughter has been missing for almost twenty-four hours now,” she says slowly. “I would like you to advise us of the next steps.”
“Her scent is almost non-existent now,” I add.
He tilts his head at me, confused. “Her scent?” he asks.
I’m two seconds away from screaming at him. “Yes, her Omega scent. It’s very faded. So, whatever happened to her—”
“Okay,” he interrupts, giving me a sympathetic look. “Unfortunately, we’re not going to conduct a search. It hasn’t even been a day yet, and there’s no clear sign of something happening to her.”
It takes me a moment to process his words, but when I do, I have to stop myself from leaping out of my chair.
“What?” I cry. “But she’s missing! Don’t you have to look for her? She’s not here, her car is stolen—”
“You don’t know if her car is stolen. She could be in it,” he says, shaking his head. “These don’t appear to be suspicious circumstances. Does she have a boyfriend or any other family members that she might visit?”
He says everything so nonchalantly that I want to cry.
“No boyfriend, and she has her mother and her stepfather,” Tammy says. “I’ve reached out to extended family already, and they haven’t heard anything. This is very out of character for my daughter. I cannot stress this enough, Officer.”
He continues to ask his questions, filling out a checklist. Tammy and I begrudgingly answer them, and I feel more useless by the second.
“Any history of drug use?” he asks, and I narrow my eyes.
“No. This isn’t normal. She’s gone,” I insist. “And we need your help to find her.”
“Look.” The officer sighs. “Miss—”
“Bloom. Skylar Bloom.”
“Miss Bloom,” he continues calmly. “I don’t doubt that you’re concerned for your friend, and you’re taking all the right steps. But we don’t have any suspicious activity that would warrant a police search,” he says gently. “We can’t take our units and spend days looking for someone that most likely is safe.”
