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.”

insisting Jane is responsible for my mother’s murder despite my repeated orders to investigate Eve, I’m going to lose

piece of paper in a clear evidence bag across the table, and I snatch it up, scanning the contents of the form. The logo of an out-of- territory laboratory is stamped at the top, and beneath the

Knowledge only. Below this is a table full of obscure biological markers

really understand the

read a

each column are the words, probability of paternity: 100

%.

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 I have all the proof I need.

did you find this?” I ask hoarsely, feeling more emotional than

this man.

belief in Jane’s guilt, rather than the joy of my paternity’s confirmation, because he’s grinning more broadly than ever. “It was in your

We mistook it for a bill

someone went through all

we found it.”

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

end.

maybe she didn’t plan on telling you at all.” The investigator theorizes. “Maybe she was going to use the test results to

give you custody. Maybe she tried to confront her with it,

result.”

grouse, still staring at the page with utter reverence.

“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

really believe that Jane

this?” I demand, waving 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

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

she made the call reporting my

If she ran

and she would

–

search before you arrived.” I counter,

minute.

me, shaking his head. “You’re infatuated with her and you don’t want to believe she’d

have to accept it sooner or

later.”

you even begun looking into Eve?” I question. “Have you given a single

I’ve told you about her.”

respect, Alpha, you run the

reserve the right to run my investigations

as long as you remain on the force.” I remind him. “If I

I’d think long and hard about how badly

” Are you threatening me?”

outrage.

a growl than a true laugh. “Was that

the insolent wolf, I continue,

job, I suggest

it a hell of a

your department, but I am your boss’s, boss’s

feathers, he tries to