LILY
I stared for a while at the new pictures pinned on the investigation board: one of a man in his fifties who looked disgustingly like Marcus, a grimace of hatred and anger his son had definitely inherited, and one of a woman, her skin pale and bluish from death and her hair like a dark halo around her face.
Everyone around me had fallen into a shocked, dreadful silence after my brother had pronounced their names – Colleen Dover for the mother, and Barney Smith for the father.
Smith – not Harrison.
Connor had been growling ever since the news had broken, the sound vibrating through my back. We’d discovered my chair was defective just mere minutes ago, so I’d been attending the meeting on his lap. Very unprofessional and definitely not Luna-like, but the Alpha wouldn’t have it othe
