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?”

”

and then lifting his head to meet my eyes. Can we

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 teasing Roger about Cora seems like just the thing. But I can tell that he’s perturbed, so I leave it

clue we have so far is the 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

someplace where you can start with that?” he asks pa*sively, already sitting down and

a fraud, and that her wolf was

after I find the sketch artist. “We were in touch with him yesterday in case he

confirms, still

are you looking for?” I ask, working to peer over his

computer to me so that I can see a very old, very basic website that includes a description of some archaic holdings. “It’s

nothing, then perhaps we can contact the people here. It’s a closed–stack collection

the computer and scrolling through the options. Roger wants to

of years of shifter religious history. If anyone’s going to have an answer about the priest in the black robes,

will be them.”

looking back to my phone

“What?!”

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

eyebrows at his defiance of my command. Roger sighs, his teeth gritted, clearly frustrated. I’m curious about this. Why does he suddenly not want to

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

nodding. I work hard to keep the smirk to my face as

I say casually. “You’d prefer I sent Hank along with her, on the mission…he’s clever enough. Probably a good researcher, to get

and as I steal a glance at my brother I see that he’s glaring at me, knowing precisely what it is

pressing a contact on my phone and striding out

down the stairs, the baby

bottom of the stairs. She turns her head up to me and