LUCILLE'S POV
I knew it, I knew he wouldn't be able to handle a rogue with that arrogance. Now, our only source of information had killed himself with wolfsbane.
I glared coldly at Lachlan as we sat in his car, a distance away from the art shop. His eyes were fixed on the Gammas and patrollers as they went in and out of the art shop, bringing out whatever piece of evidence they could get.
The bodies were wheeled out of the art shop and taken for further investigation.
“You could have let me handle him,” I muttered under my breath as I clenched my fist. “ Now, he's gone! We're back to square one!”
“What would you have done? Bruise his body more? Do you realize the bruises you have on him would raise speculations about whether he was brutalized to death? No one would think he'd poison
