Rise Above ✓

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

 

“The perfect weather for a murder,” Dallas sighed, staring at the rivulets of raindrop patterns crawling down the window of the car.

The sirens of the jeep they were currently occupying were the only things they could hear, so loud they weren’t even drowned out by the heavy sounds of the rain and thunder.

“This rain is going to mess up the crime scene,” Markus sighed from the front seat, also staring out of the window.

“That’s literally what I just said. My god you’re thick as fuck – ow!”

Dallas glared at Tania because she’d just elbowed him hard in the ribs. The omega might be tiny but she sure could pack a punch. She glared right back at him accusingly and Dallas at least had the grace to blush. What’s your problem? She mouthed at him but he just huffed and turned back to face the window. He was extremely tense and frustrated and felt too big for his skin and the only reason why this was happening was because of the fucking bastard in the front seat who was ignoring him with perfect nonchalance – it was like Dallas didn’t even exist.

It pissed him the fuck off.

But what made him even angrier was the fact that Dallas wanted his attention in the first place. No, he didn’t want his stinking attention – it was the freaking alpha pheromones or whatever! He thought furiously, practically glaring at the raindrops sliding down the window as if trying to change the direction of the pathway they were travelling. Or better yet, turn them into steam with the heat of his gaze alone.

“We’re here,” Bill called as the car came to a stop and they all quickly poured out of the car, shoulders hunched against the downpour.

Despite the unforgiving rain, there was a small crowd milled around the crime scene, their voices blending smoothly with the sound of the rain and giving out a strange garble, all of them huddled close together under different coloured umbrellas and dressed in raincoats. Dallas was a bit surprised because the crowd stayed a safe distance away from the Brothel without being held back by P.F. tape or security. In front of them was a two storey apartment-turned-brothel. Inez’s Omega Parlour & Bar was the sign that was half falling off in front of the place, the neon lights of each letter flashing and blinking dangerously like a loose circuit about to blow.

A very buff omega stood at the entrance of the brothel which was next to an alley way and a very deep, wide gutter. Something told Dallas that it was the presence of this omega that made the people stand away. Something about his beefy arms and scarred face screamed authority.

“What’s that even doing there?” Tania wondered, nodding at the gutter, a small hand reaching up to cover her nose because the stench emanating from it was unbearable.

“We need a way to flush out the heats of our omegas,” the buff omega said, having heard Tania’s question, “the gutter runs down to a septic tank underground so it’s all good. My establishment isn’t rich enough to close up the gutter.”

“Ugh,” Tania groaned in disgust.

“So what are we looking at here –?”

“Pam,” the omega replied and his eyes just dared anyone to laugh at his name. Even Bill shivered a little when one scarred eyeball was darting to glare at him, like Pam just knew what an asshole alpha he was.

“Pam,” Dallas said, his work mode immediately coming on.

Pam left the door of the brothel not before glaring at the crowd and making them shrink back dramatically.