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I studied the surveillance footage of the café before Vincent agreed to work with us.
I saw John Briggs’s behavior on the cameras the day April went missing, and I did a background check.
I even went to his home in Isleton, and when he didn’t answer, I planned to make another trip.
That was the same week April went missing.
But I didn’t check any property records outside of the county.
Vincent did. Vincent was the one that found her.
I was the closest to Skylar’s house the night she disappeared. I was near her driveway, yet I didn’t detect any intruder.
I failed her.
And I don’t fail.
John Briggs had April’s apron that whole time. The piece of shit wannabe Alpha had April’s apron, and yet he’s not talking.
You failed Skylar.
Straightening my tie, I let out a shuddering breath and head out the door of my motel. Vincent, River, and I are in Isleton for an indefinite amount of time, employed as private contractors by the city until further notice.
I haven’t seen Skylar since she was sleeping in the hospital bed, far too frail and pale. Her scent was muted and bitter from the heavy doses of suppressants they gave her.
But now, as I pull up to her driveway, her sweet scent fills the air.
It’s an aroma of sugar, blossoms, and honey.
River greets me with a nod at the front door, and I don’t even feel a tinge of jealousy as her aroma wafts off him.
She’s being taken care of, and that’s what matters.
If this past month has shown me anything, it’s how deep River’s feelings for her run.
And Vincent’s, as well.
I’m not sure if River has put it together yet—that a pack is slowly forming between the three of us.
“She needs to eat,” River grumbles as a greeting. “Make sure she eats something.”
I notice the dark circles under his eyes have faded slightly. He’s still wearing his scowl, but it’s not as deep as it normally is.
He’s relieved Skylar is back home, just as I am.
“Did you bring up the statement?” I ask.
“No,” he mutters. “I figured you would be better at bringing it up.”
“You mean you’re not good at having a difficult conversation?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.
He scoffs. “Sure, asshole. I mean, I didn’t want Skylar being pressured to tell Ben everything that happened to her the first time she sees us.”
“Hmm.”
“Hi, Landon!” Devyn chirps from the kitchen as I enter the front room. “Skylar is still sleeping. Do you want coffee?”
“That would be great, thank you.”
