The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 82- Motive

Ethan

“It’s all taken care of?” I ask, staring down the desk sergeant at the police headquarters.

She nods, averting her eyes from my dominant gaze. “Yes Alpha, Ms. Mechant

will be held at the sanitorium until her trial.”

“Good.” I answer briskly. “I want to be notified the moment a date is set, or if any new developments arise.”

“Yes sir.” She replies obediently. I’m about

to walk away when the detective on my Mother’s case catches my attention.

“Excuse me, Alpha, do you have a moment to talk?” He asks, looking far too pleased

with himself.

“Assuming you have something of consequence to share.” I grumble, closing

the distance between us.

“Of course, sir.” The man agrees, leading me towards his desk, “I would never waste

your time.”

I follow him at a distance, muttering under my breath and trying to guess what fresh hell he might be preparing to thrust me into. Taking the guest chair as he settles in front of his computer, I mentally count to ten, urging myself to have patience.

“Well?” I press when he doesn’t explain why he pulled me aside, “What’s going on? Have you found something?”

“As a matter of fact, we have.” He shares

with a smug smile. “As you know we collected a few boxes of evidence from your

apartment on the night of the murder,

including a number of items from your

mother’s room.”

“And?” I prompt him, wishing he would get to the point.

“Well my team has been going through that

evidence all week, and yesterday one of my

rookies came across a document we

previously missed – one which could explain your ex-wife’s motive for the

crime.”

hackles raise. If the obnoxious investigator doesn’t stop insisting Jane is responsible for my mother’s murder despite my repeated orders to investigate Eve, I’m going to lose my

I snatch it up, scanning the contents

a table full of obscure biological markers and alleles, with each of the quadruplets’ names and my own in the column headers.

understand the specifics, but

how to read a percentage

the bottom of each column are the words, probability

%.

takes my brain a moment to catch up with what I’m seeing. I always felt confident that Jane was lying when she told me the pups were Eric’s, but I think I held off having the tests run myself because deep down I was afraid she was telling the truth. Apparently my mother had no such reservations. She had the tests run without telling anyone, and now

hoarsely, feeling more

to this man.

the thick emotion clogging my throat as belief in Jane’s guilt, rather than the joy of my paternity’s confirmation, because he’s grinning more broadly

mistook it for a bill at first, it

until someone went through all her

that we found it.”

been waiting to tell me.” I muse, wondering how soon after she received the results

end.

you at all.” The investigator theorizes. “Maybe she was going to use the test

she tried to confront her with

result.”

I grouse, still staring at the page with utter reverence. They’re mine. They’re

argues, “You’ve been telling me Jane didn’t have a motive to kill Petra all along, but I’ve seen people killed for far weaker reasons than this.”1

believe that Jane killed

the report in the air. “If that were the case, why did she leave the report for you to find? If she knew this existed and was willing to kill

she couldn’t find it. Maybe she panicked and ran before she could

the call

death. If she ran out, she had

and she would have had ample

–

you arrived.” I

minute.

tells me, shaking his head. “You’re infatuated with her and you don’t want

to have to accept it sooner or

later.”

begun looking into Eve?” I question. “Have

anything I’ve told you about

respect, Alpha, you

reserve the right to run my investigations as I see fit.” He

that right as long as you remain on the

how badly you’re willing

chest, rife with indignation, ” Are you

outrage.

it sounds closer to a growl than

insolent wolf, I

to keep your job, I suggest you

a lot better than you have

I might not run your department, but I am your boss’s, boss’s

his feathers, he tries to glower up