“He wrote Mayor Boone’s speeches.”
Hayden was back on the hospital bed, ragged and raw. He had nearly taken the nurse’s head off when she injected him with the sedative, but whatever kind was used, he settled down almost immediately. Virgil was still a bit intoxicated by the omega scent that flowed freely throughout the room, but he was once again alert. Hayden would not catch him off guard a second time.
Travis handled the questions by unspoken agreement. Actually, his partner had given him a stern glare until Virgil retreated to the far corner to wait and he let Travis have his way. It was prudent to keep the alphas apart. Virgil was still angry that his omega had been accosted, no matter the reason.
“That’s it? He had no other part in campaign?”
“Not that he told me.” Hayden sagged.
