Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Marco looks over to the interrogation room, shakes his head, and then walks over in its direction of it.

“What part of having the log books ready didn’t you bloody understand?” Marco shouts as soon as he steps inside the room.

Officer Flint attempts to stammer for an answer, but since none comes, he rushes out of the room. “Trent! The logbook!” Officer Flint snaps in the distance. I peer out the door to watch the man on the phone at his desk lift his head.

The man furrows his brows and blows out a heavy breath. “On your desk!” He retorts, sounding just as annoyed as the Officer looks.

“I just came out of there!” Officer Flint snaps.

“It’s on your desk!” The man shakes his head, returning to his phone call.

“Why are you even in here?” Marco says, shoving past Officer Flint and walking toward his office door.

I follow on his heels as Marco stops in front of a door and tries to open it. However, it’s locked, so Officer Flint rushes over with his keys jingling in his hands. He fumbles with the stack of keys, and Marco snarls, grabbing the handle and ripping it off.

The door opens, and Marco hands the broken door handle to Officer Flint, who looks at it in disbelief. His mouth is open, gaping like a fish. A little more, and we’ll see that jaw hit the darn floor.

walking in and looking down at the desk covered in crap, cups, food wrappers, and documents. Marco snarls and starts rummaging through it before

it on the desk, but then he glares at the Officer beside him. “How do you work in this

However, he doesn’t get to reach the desk when Marco growls at him and uses his hand

shrieks in surprise and jumps back. Marco ignores him and then sits behind the desk. His eyes focus on the

scan the pages, flicking through them before he opens up the laptop. “Log in!” Marco snaps at him again.

office as the Officer quickly does as he is told to and logs into his laptop. As soon as he does, Marco slaps his hands away. He turns the laptop, so I can see as well when he scans files on the surveillance

you looking for?” I ask him, leaning forward a little

want to see where he went.” Marco slides the folder over to me, and I glance at the page to see Osiris’ name scrawled on the line next to his signature when

Khan says,

at the writing. My gaze focuses on the signature on the page, and I frown. It’s vastly different. Perhaps someone who hasn’t seen his signature wouldn’t notice the difference, but I see it

to Marco. His eyes set on me, so I point to the signature and name. Marco looks at it and then gives me a

you sure?”

signed and filled out last week at the council meeting. I double-tap on the screen to enlarge it and show it

not long after you hung up on me. I saw him myself and watched him sign in,” Officer Flint says, crossing his arms in front of his chest

tilts his head as he asks, “What time was