Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 318 – Investigation

Sinclair

As Cora sits on the bed with her sister, I meet my brother’s eyes above her head and nod towards the door. He nods as well, agreeing. He places a hand on Cora’s shoulder and gives her a little squeeze before heading to the door.

Ella turns towards me as I stand up, grabbing my phone and heading to the closet, but I speak to her mind–to–mind to let her know that everything’s fine as I quickly pull on some casual clothes. Take care of Cora, I say to Ella, trying to send warmth and support along with my words. We’re just going to go talk downstairs with the team.

Ella nods to me, with a little smile, and then when I meet Roger at the door we walk out together, closing it behind us.

As soon as the door is shut, we’re instantly in motion. “We need more information,” Roger says, striding for the stairs. “And we need a drawing of this man, if we can convince Cora to speak to a sketch artist – it could be incredibly helpful –

”

“That shouldn’t be difficult,” I agree as the two of us hurry down the stairs to my office, where a team of investigators worked through the night on the case. “I’ll have a trained sketch artist come by as soon as possible – I’m sure Cora will comply –” I pull my phone from my pocket and start looking through my contacts.

“Someone should contact Hank,” Roger murmurs, striding into the office and moving behind the, desk. “To let him know that she won’t be in to work anytime soon – we need her here –“

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I pause, a little, in my search for someone who can contact a reliable and discreet sketch artist to look at Roger and raise an eyebrow at him. “Didn’t think you’d be showing such concern for Dr. Hank anytime soon,” I murmur.

Roger shoots me a dirty glance. “It’s strictly professional,” he murmurs, sorting through some papers on the desk and handing them off to the investigators to properly file. “And after last night, he knows something is up –”

“Does he?” I ask, looking at Roger fully now. “Hank was there last night? At Cora’s?”

”

desk and then lifting his head to meet my eyes. Can we not?” he asks, impatient. “Can we not do this, during a

but I can’t keep the smirk off my face as I do so. Honestly, I could use a little distraction from waiting for someone to bust into my house to steal my child, and

black robes. Cora said that several times – the man was consistently dressed like one of the Goddess‘ dedicated priests, but in black robes. That has got to be a clue we can

agree,” Roger says, grabbing a laptop and pulling it close to him, “Don’t you have someplace where you can start with that?” he asks pa*sively, already sitting down and starting to

a fraud, and that

and making a mental note to contact him after I find the sketch artist. “We were in touch with him yesterday

confirms,

ask, working

of the history of shifter religion.” He shrugs and turns the computer to me so that I can see a very old, very basic website that includes a description of some archaic holdings. “It’s

we can contact the people here. It’s a closed–stack collection but,” he shrugs, “I’m sure you can pull some strings.

the computer and scrolling through the options. Roger wants to go to a

collection of its kind,” he replies. “Hundreds of years of shifter religious history. If anyone’s going to have an answer about the

will be them.”

say, standing up straight and nodding, looking back to my phone to again chase down that sketch artist. “You’ll go tonight. Take

“What?!”

sketch artist,” I continue, looking up to meet his eyes seriously. “You’ll take her

curious about this. Why does he

turning my attention back to the phone. “But that. doesn’t mean she doesn’t remember more details. It just means she didn’t tell us about them in the moment because she didn’t think they were important, or because she’s upset. If you come across a detail that matches her memory in the archive,

work hard to keep the smirk to my face as I see how disgruntled he is at

prefer I sent Hank along with her, on the mission…he’s clever enough. Probably a

I see that he’s glaring at me, knowing precisely what it is that I’m implying. “Cora and I

casually, pressing a contact on my phone and striding

Ella coming down the stairs, the baby in Ella’s

turns her head up to me and I quickly explain the situation,