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Hailey
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We made it out of the office and down the hallway. That was when we ran into Duke.
“Going somewhere?” he asked, pointing a g*n in our direction.
“Stay out of this,” Ransom said. He moved between us. “Before you get hurt.”
Duke laughed. “I’m the one holding the g*n, pal.”
“It’s over,” I said. “Travis is dead.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “I don’t believe you. That would mean...” his eyes met Ransom’s, “you’re the new Alpha then, right?”
“I don’t want the job,” Ransom said firmly. “Hell, you can have it for all I care.”
“It doesn’t work that way,” Duke said, although I could tell from his voice that he was intrigued with the idea.
“That’s not my problem,” Ransom replied and sniffed the air. “By the way, this house smells like death. Not just Travis’s. Someone
