Chapter 5
After the scolding Virgil gave him, Travis put it out of his mind. His alpha was right, absolutely right, but the body that dropped two days later kept them busy. Far too busy to hold on to any thought but the job. Hell, Travis wasn’t even sure he slept most nights.
Sure, he went home. Virgil left to wherever he went for down time, but Travis went back to his small apartment and only pored over his notes some more, on the hunt for answers, clues, anything, well into the night. After, in the small hours of the morning, he crashed into a fitful doze right there on the couch, only to jerk awake before the alarm went off. It was more from unease than anything. He hadn’t slept deep enough for nightmares since that first omega murder.
Travis wasn’t sure he wanted to.
