Ryan
Alpha's Pack house resembled a majestic royal palace. If the situation hadn't been so tense, I would have admired it.
The man was imposing, yet charismatic. He reminded me of my father's youth.
"Shouldn't we have told him about the flash drive?" I asked, looking from my father to Holly. We hadn't reported it to the police yet and wanted to see the contents ourselves before revealing what was on it to them.
"No, I don't trust him. We'll take the device and see what's on it before deciding whether to hand it over to the police or conduct our own investigation," my father declared immediately. He settled down on the sofa in the hotel room we'd booked.
"I agree with Dad. There's just something about him I don't trust," Holly agreed, sitting down next to me.
Since we learned about Zara's kidnapping, we'd forgotten to smile.
"Did she tell you both anything about someone bothering her? You saw her about two weeks ago," Dad asked when Holly offered him a glass of water.
