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.

cups, food wrappers, and documents. Marco snarls and starts rummaging through it before finding the black. folder.

is about to open it on the desk, but then he glares at the

clearly set on cleaning up the mess Marco so openly disapproves of. However, he doesn’t get to reach the desk when Marco growls at him and uses his hand to swipe all the crap

behind the desk. His eyes focus on the folder as he slowly opens it. I move to the seat across from him and

there awkwardly as Marco’s eyes scan the pages, flicking through them before he opens

he does, Marco slaps his hands away. He turns the laptop, so I can see as well when he

ask him, leaning forward a

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 presses forward.

not Osiris’ handwriting,” Khan

I stare at the writing. My gaze focuses on the signature on the page, and I frown. It’s vastly

His eyes set on me, so I point to

sure?” He

to pull on the one Osiris signed and filled out last week at the council meeting.

coming in 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

his head