Killian's POV
“Everything squared away?” I ask, locking eyes with the precinct sergeant, my gaze unyielding.
She nods, averting her eyes from my dominant stare. “Yes, Alpha. Ms. Mechant will be held at the sanatorium until her trial.”
“Good,” I snap, my tone clipped. “I want to be notified the second a court date’s set or if anything new comes up.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies, her voice obedient. I’m about to turn away when the detective on my mother’s case catches my eye, his smug expression grating on my nerves.
“Excuse me, Alpha, got a minute to talk?” he asks, looking far too pleased with himself.
“If you’ve got something worth hearing,” I grumble, closing the distance between us.
“Of course, sir,” he says, leading me to his desk. “I’d never waste your time.”
I follow at a distance
