74. Chapter Seventy-Three

Chapter Seventy-Three

Pete

I t’s kind of cute to see Lana so flustered over the blonde in the crazy dress. It’s obvious how much they’re attracted to each other. Too bad that dress looks like something a goth clown would wear to a nightclub. It’s black, but it has a rainbow of colors in the skirt’s folds, and the top half is a sleeveless, sequin-studded corset. It’s three different kinds of too much.

Brooke sits down on the couch nearest the desk, and Rob takes his time in deciding to sit down on the opposite sofa. Lana leads Damian behind her desk, letting him take her seat and just showing him where the files are on the screen.

“Oh, and I had a weird email come through from a guy who has no idea Geraldine is dead, and Warren is in prison.”

“You’re kidding?” Brooke looks over her shoulder at Lana.

“Nope. Some guy called Wilfred …”

“Masters?” Brooke asks.

“How did you know that?” Lana shakes her head.

“He’s like eighty years old. He probably has dementia. He was always showing up at the socials and being escorted to Geraldine’s office.”

“Creepy,” Lana murmurs.

“Oh, you have no idea. He would practically drool over us from the side of the dancefloor.”

Lana shivers. “Well, it gets worse. He’s one of Warren’s clients. He was emailing to complain that he wasn’t sent the Omega he paid for.”

“I’m not surprised,” Brooke says. “Then again, none of the donors being his clients would surprise me. They’re all cut from the same cloth.”

Lana moves around from behind the desk and takes the seat beside Brooke after a second of hesitation. I stay where I am, standing next to the sofas, ready to answer the door.

“Erika Anderson,” Rob blurts.

Brooke and Lana look at each other.

“Um, what?” Brooke asks.

“He paid for Erika Anderson, the captivating redhead, because she was nice to him.”

“How …” Lana starts.

Damian stands up from behind the computer. “Okay, before everyone freaks out, Rob is a Zeta. That’s an Omega with extra sensitivity-based abilities. He usually needs to touch someone to find out things, but he can also touch objects, like that couch. Your Dr. Clarke asked if he could help speed things up with your Omegas’ who’ve been brainwashed.”

“A Zeta?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

His vibe is Beta to me, but I don’t have the instincts of an Alpha, or the intuition of an Omega.

I look at Lana. She’s clearly in shock.

Brooke looks vaguely impressed.

“It doesn’t mean we don’t need those files decoded,” Lana says after a beat.

Brooke nods. “That’s evidence. We need evidence to get these guys locked up.”

“Yeah,” Damian agrees. “Rob won’t testify for any of this. His involvement stays off the record.”

“Of course,” Lana agrees.

Damian sits back down.

Rob looks at Lana. “I’m ready to start.”

She blinks and then gets to her feet. “Right. I’ll call Erika first.”