“This isn’t your pack.”
“But it is still my fathers, and it falls to me to handle.”
“But-”
“No more buts. Bring me to the interrogation room so I can set everything up before you and Beck grab her.” I raised my eyebrow. “Before you try to say you don’t have one, every pack has one.”
Ronnie snapped his mouth shut and motioned me to follow. He opened a door, and punched in a code, and stairs opened up and we headed further down.
***
I walked into the room and dumped everything on to the table. I organized everything in a way I liked, insuring it was visible from the chair and I turned to Ronnie. “Is there anything I can use to cover this with?”
“Here.” He walked around the corner and pressed a panel in, causing it to pop out. Hidden behind was a cabinet filled with cleaning supplies
