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"I specifically told you to contact me the second you found her. Before you questioned her. Was I not clear?"

"You were, sir."

"Then why the hell didn't you follow orders?"

I glance at Forge, who's watching the phone with a frown.

"She was frightened," I explain. "We didn't want to risk losing her again."

"Where is she now?"

"Staying with a woman who owns a bakery here in town."

"And your plan is to bring her in, right?” he pushes.

"No, sir."

"Why not?" he bites out.

"She agreed to speak with us voluntarily. We don't have grounds to arrest her, and she asked us to leave,” I explain, as if he doesn’t know the law.

"Jesus Christ, Warren. You have a woman who disappeared after a homicide, refused to contact the police, and is still uncooperative. And you just let her stay there?"

My confusion around this situation and the way he’s acting is growing at an alarming rate. What the hell is his problem?

"She's a potential witness, Captain. We can't arrest her simply because she doesn't want to talk to us. And I’ll add that she did talk to us."

What is he not getting?

"Did she identify the killer?" he asks.

"No."

"Did she see anyone?"

I pause, glancing at Forge, because it’s a strange question to ask. Maybe not the question exactly, but the way he said it.

"She admitted hearing people enter the house. She hid until they left."

"Did she describe them?"

Even stranger. Not did she identify them or know who they are…

But did she describe them?

"No. She wouldn't give us anything else."

There's a sound on the other end, like something being slammed against a desk.

"Then you need to get back there and find out what she knows!”

"Sir—"

"I don't care if she's scared. I don't care if she's an omega. I want her brought in and questioned properly."

Forge shifts beside me.

I look at the phone, figuring out the best way to respond.