Chapter 16
Grant woke disoriented, squinting at the unfamiliar room. A glance at the clock on Rafael’s nightstand had him cursing. Eight hours! He’d slept the whole day away! He rolled out of bed and hurried down the stairs. In the bathroom, he refrained from searching the drawers and the cabinet. Rafael deserved at least that much simple courtesy. After a last look around, he locked the doors, dropped the trash in the neighbor’s garbage can, and headed for the police station.
At the front desk, he displayed his Omega Council ID to the desk sergeant and handed him the sketch of Rafael’s accomplice. “I need you to search your records and try to identify this person.”
The man took the sketch and studied it for a moment. He pulled out a form, wrote some instructions, and attached it to the
