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“We're not going to sit around while someone comes after Rae,” I tell him.

“I'm not asking you to stop protecting her, Detective. I'm asking you to let us do our jobs.”

Pierce puts a hand on my arm.

“We understand,” he says.

Stephens looks between us.

“I'll need your case notes, reports, and the names of everyone who's had access to this investigation. Don't access department records on your own behalf, and whatever you do, don't confront Mendes. We'll coordinate with the appropriate authorities to secure those records without tipping him off.”

“And when Mendes finds out?” I ask.

“We're going to do everything we can to keep that from happening until we're ready to move. But I won't lie to you, Detective. There's a chance he'll figure out who came to us.”

“Which means Rae could be in danger,” Pierce says.

“She could be. That's why I want to speak with her as soon as possible.”

“About what?” I ask, almost in a growl.

Stephens narrows his eyes at me, but ignores my tone.

“Everything. What happened at Gendron's house, what she witnessed, and exactly how she came into possession of that drive.”

“She's already given us her statement,” Pierce says.

“I understand that. But given your relationship with her, I'd prefer to hear it directly from her.”

I don't like the implication, but I understand it.

“She's been through enough,” I tell him.

“I'm sure she has. And I'm not looking to make it worse. But her testimony could be important to this investigation, and I know you both know that.”

Pierce nods. “We'll let her know you'd like to speak with her.”

“As soon as possible,” Stephens adds. He pulls a card from his pocket. “Call me by the end of the day so we can set something up.”

Pierce takes the card, and then we’re done. We leave and head to work, like it’s any other day.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Raewyn

Forge and Pierce finally fill me in on everything going on. Not that they were supposed to, and I’m sure there are still some things they haven’t shared, but that’s okay. They had to tell me something because I needed to know why I had to meet with a Texas Ranger—I didn’t even know what that was. I thought there were police and that was it. I was very, very wrong. There are so many people that do similar jobs but are called something entirely different. The guys tried explaining it all to me, but I couldn’t keep track. There are so many letters…

It doesn’t matter though, because it’s not something I need to remember. I have my two alphas who are detectives and they will tell me anything I need to know, if something were to happen. I have them to help me and guide me through everything.

I met with Ranger Stephens a week ago, and though I was terrified, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It all worked out. Everything was okay. He was nice to me. Understanding. Nothing like the interrogations I’ve seen in the movies that I watch with Forge. But he does always say they never get it right. Though, I think Forge probably does act like that if he’s interrogating someone. He has the bad cop vibes! Which makes me appreciate that I get to see the sweet and caring side of him.

It’s the opposite with Pierce. He’s calm and collected on the outside, when it comes to work, but when we’re home? He’s the one who takes charge, especially in the bedroom. It’s so hot. I feel so special getting to see the sides of my alphas that no one else gets to see.

“Are you ready?” Pierce calls out from the living room.

“Two minutes!” I call back from the bathroom as I finish braiding my hair.

They’re dropping me off at the bakery today so I can help Trina and just visit with her. I love being home and taking care of the house and having dinner ready for them, but every now and then, I want to do something for me—and today, that means hanging out with my best friend.