Frustrated, Travis tossed his stylus across the desk. “No prints, no biologicals, no eyewitness accounts. How the f**k did this guy get snatched out of his own home in broad daylight?”
Days of analysis had gone by, but Travis couldn’t find a damn thing in the reports. A phantom could have torn the dead omega in the morgue apart, for all the evidence they had. Glancing across the desk, he noted Virgil didn’t look any closer to a solid lead either.
From what little they coaxed out of Hayden Mitchell, alpha mate to Jackson Mitchell, before he was placed under restricted access for suicide watch, the omega was supposed to be home for the day. Eight months along, Jackson had just started family leave and told his mate that he planned to spend it catching up on his reading while Hayden was at
