Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Sinclair

As Cora sits on the bed with her sister, I meet my brother’s eyes above her head and nod towards the door. He nods as well, agreeing. He places a hand on Cora’s shoulder and gives her a little squeeze before heading to the door.

Ella turns towards me as I stand up, grabbing my phone and heading to the closet, but I speak to her mind–to–mind to let her know that everything’s fine as I quickly pull on some casual clothes. Take care of Cora, I say to Ella, trying to send warmth and support along with my words. We’re just going to go talk downstairs with the team.

Ella nods to me, with a little smile, and then when I meet Roger at the door we walk out together, closing it behind us.

As soon as the door is shut, we’re instantly in motion. “We need more information,” Roger says, striding for the stairs. “And we need a drawing of this man, if we can convince Cora to speak to a sketch artist – it could be incredibly helpful –

”

“That shouldn’t be difficult,” I agree as the two of us hurry down the stairs to my office, where a team of investigators worked through the night on the case. “I’ll have a trained sketch artist come by as soon as possible – I’m sure Cora will comply –” I pull my phone from my pocket and start looking through my contacts.

“Someone should contact Hank,” Roger murmurs, striding into the office and moving behind the, desk. “To let him know that she won’t be in to work anytime soon – we need her here –“

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I pause, a little, in my search for someone who can contact a reliable and discreet sketch artist to look at Roger and raise an eyebrow at him. “Didn’t think you’d be showing such concern for Dr. Hank anytime soon,” I murmur.

Roger shoots me a dirty glance. “It’s strictly professional,” he murmurs, sorting through some papers on the desk and handing them off to the investigators to properly file. “And after last night, he knows something is up –”

“Does he?” I ask, looking at Roger fully now. “Hank was there last night? At Cora’s?”

”

to meet my eyes. Can we not?” he asks, impatient. “Can we not do this, during a crisis regarding

do so. Honestly, I could use a little distraction from waiting for someone to bust into my house to steal my child, and teasing Roger about Cora seems like just the thing. But I can tell that he’s perturbed, so I leave it alone. For now.

so far is the black robes. Cora said that several times – the man was consistently dressed like one

him, “Don’t you have someplace where you can start with that?” he asks passively, already sitting down

and that

“We were in touch with him yesterday

Roger confirms,

you looking for?” I ask, working to peer over

shifter religion.” He shrugs and turns the computer to me

then perhaps we can contact the people here. It’s a closed–stack collection but,” he shrugs, “I’m sure you can pull some strings. Get us in

computer and scrolling through the options. Roger

its kind,” he replies. “Hundreds of years of shifter religious history. If anyone’s going to have an answer about the priest in the black robes, I have

will be them.”

standing up straight and nodding, looking back to my phone to again chase down that sketch artist. “You’ll go tonight.

“What?!”

she is done with the sketch artist,” I continue, looking up to meet his eyes seriously.

does he suddenly not want to go with Cora? “I mean, what

just means she didn’t tell us about them in the moment because she didn’t think they were important, or because she’s

keep the smirk to

mission…he’s clever enough. Probably a good researcher, to get out

a glance at my brother I see that he’s glaring at me, knowing precisely what it is that I’m implying. “Cora and I will go tonight. It will be fine.“/

casually, pressing a contact on my phone and striding

Ella coming down the stairs, the baby in Ella’s arms, presumably heading for the