Alpha Micah Black: Werewolf Detective (Complete)

Chapter Eleven

“Don't just stand there Miss Grimm. Please, come in and sit down. Oh, and partially close the door behind you.” Ms. Smith can be trusted with what is to be spoken here,” Dr. Frederickson voiced with authority.

Hanna did as she was told and quickly made her way to a chair across from where the Dean sat at his desk fumbling with some paperwork.

“So, Miss Grimm, it has been brought to my attention that there was a chemical accident in the locked storage area earlier today. Is this true?”

“Yes, Sir. There was. But it wasn't my fault...” Hanna started to defend herself.

“I see,” the Dean stated cutting Hanna off. “This accident wouldn't have had anything to do with the quote-unquote assignment for the city, would it?”

“It did affect all evidence that was collected and placed there. Save for the few that I forgot to put in there.”

“I see,” Dr. Frederickson stated again. “Have the city officials been informed about this accident?”

“Yes, and now Madame Mayor expects a replacement for said container. I don't know how I can afford one. I can barely make my rent. Not that I'm complaining about my income, honest.”

“You don't need to worry about that. The Biology Department will be glad to replace the melted container. After all, it was I who personally recommended you for this covert assignment.”

“Thank you, Dr. Frederickson, I truly didn't expect this. I'm...”

“Madame Mayor Jabberwocky can be quite, how can I put this? Difficult. Well, what can you tell me about your findings before this container decided to melt away in fear?” inquired the Dean obviously with a warped, like the container, sense of humor.

“The same that I told Madame Mayor, Uncle, and unfortunately Coach Mitchell Owens. All evidence found and retained is inconclusive.”

“Good. Let's hope it remains so.” Dr. Frederickson said getting up from his desk. Hanna followed suit and let the Dean lead her back to the door. “Thank you, Miss Grimm, for coming in so quickly. I'm assuming that the mess is cleaned up properly?”

“Yes, Sir. It was.” Hanna answered leaving the office relief rushing over her. She hastened her way back to the science lab. Who knows what type of trouble first-year biology students can get themselves into? And she would be the first to be blamed for it. She never understood why Professor Patrick Bryant had a lab scheduled in the evening for first-year students. But he's the faculty and she's only the staff. This isn't the University that she attended. Things are done differently here.

Back at the Police building, Cass and I make our way to our desks. However, before I could reach the steps, Chief Fenton Edwards calls me into his office. “Damn,” I mutter under my breath. I guess I knew this was coming. I head into the Chief's office reluctantly. I hate arguing with him.

“Sergeant Black, have a seat, please,” he firmly stated.

I comply with the utmost cockiness, like a young know-it-all teenager. I just can't help myself. Chief Edwards, despite my current attitude, has always shown incredible patience with me. Why? I have no idea.

“It's been brought to my attention that you had a meal without notifying anyone as per procedures,” he began as he gave a long look at my sloppy appearance.

“Uh, yes Sir. That would be correct,” I sheepishly replied. “It was given to me from someone encroaching on our active crime scene,” I explain. “She has a weak stomach,” I chuckled thinking back on her reaction to the stench. Chief Edwards doesn't share in my amusement of the incident.

“She didn't want it to go to waste she told me.”

“I understand. However, Madame Mayor Wilkinson would like you to be disciplined on this matter and your lack of compliance with the Department's dress code. So here are the papers notifying you of your misconduct. I need you to sign these so that I can file this matter away.”

I grab a pen off of his desk and roughly sign the damn papers. Madame Mayor can shove these papers where the sun doesn't shine. After I complied, Chief Edwards excused me.

I quickly made my way up the flights of steps to get to my desk. Cass already had her paperwork almost complete by the time I sat back down at my desk. As long as everything stays quiet, I might actually get caught up on my own paperwork. One can hope, can't they?

Thirty minutes past and the humming of the fluorescent lights are beginning to give me a headache. Why am I having a hard time doing my simple tasks?

“You ready to head home, Sarge?” a voice spoke, startling me out of my thoughts. Patrol officer George Harper has been standing by my desk for the past ten minutes. I didn't even sense him there. What the hell is wrong with me?

“Yeah, sure,” I answered finishing up my last entry. I notice that Cassidy has already left the building. I missed that as well.

“So I contacted the garage, and Sammy said that your car won't be ready until next week, unfortunately,” he stated. “I can pick up for work until then. So you don't need to worry about that.”

“Thanks, George,” I sincerely said.

I logged off my computer, grabbed my suit jacket, and followed George out to the parking area. Both of us exhausted with our day, plop into his front seats. We ride back to the neighborhood we both live in. George only lives two blocks away from my house. So this temporary arrangement won't be so bad. We ride in comfortable silence, reaching my poor shabby house in no time. George slowly turns onto my drive to let me out.

“Thanks again, George.”

“No problem. See you tomorrow,” George quickly said and then pulled out from my drive headed towards his place.

I drag my feet from the drive to the front stoop of my house. Guess what is waiting for me again? Yep, another package. Great, I remembered the letter that's been in my pants pocket all day. I snatch the box and stomp into my house. I throw both the box and the letter onto my kitchen table that's already overflowing with leftover pizza boxes and mail. I really need to clean this place.

I check my refrigerator for whatever leftovers I can find. There's not much. I am a bachelor after all. I find Chinese take-out boxes, some slimy fruits and veggies, and one unopened bottle of Blue Moon beer. I don't dare trust what's in the take-out boxes. They have been in there for much longer than they should have been. That odd girl from earlier today would probably like the science project it has now become. I opt for the lonely bottle of beer. Maybe George can drop me off at a grocery store after work tomorrow? I'm in serious need of a re-stock. I quickly check my freezer. Yes, there are still frozen waffles. Breakfast is covered.

Across town, true to his word, Patrick Bryant is readying himself for his date. Mitch is surprised that his friend and roommate is still going through with his date giving the news that he has been given today. Mitch gladly watches the dog for him. The french bulldog has been an escape artist lately. Chasing after him has become a sport in and of itself.

“I wonder if Hanna likes to run?” Mitch began to daydream. He really did enjoy his time with her today. He then remembered that he overheard Mayor Wilkinson tell Hanna that she is expected to replace the damaged container. Mitch pulls out his phone and looks online for the best-priced one. He orders it and has it scheduled to be delivered to the Police Department.