1:30 PM; CLINSTONE, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, MASTER BEDROOM
“Gotcha,” Bo whispered. Finally, he had succeeded in cracking open the main firewall of the records for Tamara Christian’s office. He looked over at Jensen, who lay sound asleep beside him. The younger man had put the twins down for a nap half an hour ago and had fallen asleep not too long afterward. Bo brushed Jensen’s hair away from his forehead, smiling faintly before turning hiss attention back to his laptop.
He’d let Jensen sleep. He’d already done enough that day to deserve all the sleep in the world. Bo figured he could at least start running the names on the list through the system, find out how many of them drove, how many of them had driver’s licenses. The ones that didn’t were prime Werewolf suspects.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was certainly a start.
3:31 PM; CLINSTONE, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, FOYER
Bo waited for Amber and Kayla to walk inside before closing the front door. “Your brothers are napping. I’d like to keep it that way for a while longer, if at all possible,” he said quietly.
“Sure thing, Daddy,” Kayla promised. “We’ll just stay in the living room.”
“Thanks, sweetheart. You guys have homework to do?”
“Just some end of the year stuff,” Kayla said.
Bo nodded, raking a hand through his hair. “Well, if you need help with any of it, Dad and I are in our room. Come on back if you need anything, okay?”
“Okay, Dad,” Kayla said. Amber nodded her agreement before walking out of the room. Bo headed for the kitchen, setting his car keys on the counter. He walked into the keeping room and opened the sliding door, letting Hati back inside. He patted the top of her head, closing the door again.
Bo headed back to the bedroom, nearly walking into Jensen in the hallway. “Hi,” the blonde greeted, lifting his gaze to Jensen’s face.
Jensen offered a smile, raking a hand through his hair. “Woke up and you weren’t there. You okay?”
“I’m… all right, I suppose. I had to get the girls from school,” Bo said.
“Coulda woke me up, Eli. I woulda done it.”
Bo lifted his shoulders. “Leaving the house kind of felt like a solid accomplishment for the day,” he said. He squeezed Jensen’s hand before walking past him. “I got into the doctor’s records.”
“You did?” Jensen asked. Bo nodded. “Did you start looking into the names, then?”
“Oh, of course. I’ve found seven people that don’t drive or don’t have a driver’s license.”
“How far into the list are you?”
“Mm… I didn’t run through the entirety of the list before I started scanning names for useful information,” Bo said as he walked into the room they shared. He sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’ve made it to the letter F, though. Simon Fisher. He’s a driver, though. That’s just where I left off.”
“Mm.” Jensen sat down beside Bo, laying a hand on the blonde’s thigh. “Are you tired?”
“I have work to do.”
Jensen chuckled softly. “That’s not really what I asked, Eli.”
Bo let out a sigh, lifting his shoulders. “I don’t know. I suppose?” he asked. “I’ve been tired all day, Jens.”
“I know.” Jensen pressed a kiss to Bo’s temple. “You should get some sleep, just a little nap. I’ll keep running the names through the system, write down the ones that match our criteria.”
“You would?” Bo asked.
“Of course, Eli. Anything you need.”
Jensen nodded. “So… what, exactly, is my criteria?”
Bo smiled softly. “Just the lack of a driver’s license, more or less. I’ll narrow them down based on height after that.” He tilted his head to the side. “I suppose the fact that the killer is a male is criteria-worthy. So far, I’ve only come across male patients.”
“Even though you’re, what, six letters in?” Jensen asked.
“Yep. Only males,” Bo said.
“Maybe she’s sleeping with ‘em.”
“That’s a bit presumptuous.”
“I specialize in presumptuous,” Jensen said. Bo snorted. “You should get some rest, Eli. I’ll do what I can while you recharge.”
Bo turned, pressing a kiss to Jensen’s cheek. “You’re incredible. Thank you.”
“Sure thing, babe.”
7:05 PM; CLINSTONE, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, FAMILY ROOM
Castor sat on Bo’s lap, watching as Bo scrolled through the list of names on his phone. Bo clicked a name, pausing as Castor touched his screen. “What’s that?”
“This man’s driver’s license,” Bo said.
“Oh. So… so he tan dwive?”
“Yeah, baby. This let’s people know he can drive,” Bo said.
“Mm.” Castor wrapped a hand around Bo’s shirt, resting his head on his father’s chest. “What’s that?”
“That is this man’s lack of a driver’s license. He can’t drive,” Bo said.
Bo set his phone on his thigh and picked up his pen, jotting down the man’s name in his notebook.
5:47 PM; LOS ANGELES, DOMINIC WILKINSON’S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM
“I can do it.”
“I’ve got it,” Dominic assured, grabbing the empty plates from the coffee table. “When Tamara’s taken care of and you can go home, what’s your plan?”
“I dunno. You kinda make me not wanna be around my mom,” Ashton said.
“Is that a bad thing?”
Dominic offered a shrug before he walked into the kitchen. “See, I’d say it’s a good thing. You don’t need her, Ash. Or, at least, you don’t need her controlling every single aspect of your damn life.”
“I guess,” Ashton agreed. He turned, crossing his arms over the back of the couch. “When you ‘take care of’ Miss Christian, are you gonna get in trouble?”
“I hope not,” Dominic said after a moment. He rinsed off the plates and set them in the sink. “But… it’s L.A. and there are laws, so you never know how… how willing the cops are gonna be to just arrest a guy.”
“Would they have a reason to arrest you?”
Dominic glanced up briefly, clearing his throat. “Well, uh, anything’s a reason if the State offers a good enough prosecutor,” he said.
“Oh.” Ashton rested his chin on his forearm. “What happens if you get arrested?”
“I hope that the State provides the best damn public defender they’ve got,” Dominic said. He walked back into the living room, patting Ashton’s shoulder. “But that’s not going to happen. I won’t get arrested or go to prison. Don’t worry about that.”
“Does it worry you?” Ashton asked, turning again as Dominic sat back down in his chair.
“Not much. I try not to think about, you know, prison. Negativity and all that shit,” Dominic said.
Ashton nodded. “I’ll worry for you, then.”
Dominic stared at the man for a moment. He considered reminding him once more than he had no need to worry, but Dominic decided it wasn’t his job to control Ashton’s life, too. Instead, he offered a smile. “Thanks, Ash. Much appreciated.”
Dominic snagged the television remote from the coffee table, leaning back in his chair. “How long are you gonna be able to stay here?”
“How long until you absolutely have to go back to your house? To your mom?” Dominic asked.
“I dunno. I’m in no kinda rush. Depends on you, dontcha think?” Ashton asked. “On, you know… how long it takes for you to take care of Miss Christian?”
“Yeah… I guess so.” Dominic cleared his throat. “I don’t know what to do about her. I mean, I have a little bit of a plan, but I don’t know if I can go through with it.”
“You’re gonna kill her?” Ashton asked.
“I won’t judge,” Ashton promised. “I’ve seen death, remember?”
Dominic nodded. “Thought about it? But I don’t know for sure. I don’t know if I feel up to that,” he said.
“She helped me. At first, you know? It feels weird to hurt her,” Dominic said.
“I could try telling the cops about her. I don’t think they’d believe me, but I could try,” Ashton said.
“You’re a missing person,” Dominic reminded. He turned down the television and set the remote on the armrest of the chair. “Well…”
“They might believe you. You left your house to get away from your mom so she couldn’t force you to see Tamara again. It was just a way to avoid being in a room with a person that was violating you,” Dominic said.
“Maybe,” Ashton said after a moment. “Would you be there?”
“I couldn’t be.”
Ashton nodded, gaze falling to his lap. “What if they don’t believe me?”
“You’re a grown man. They can’t force you to go back to your mom,” Dominic said.
Ashton fiddled with his thumbs in his lap. After a moment of silence, he whispered, “I’m scared, Dom.”
“About which part?”
“What if they make me talk to Miss Christian?”
“They can’t make you do anything,” Dominic said. “You’ll go in and talk to them about her, and that’s it. You’re free to go.”
“Are you sure?” Ashton asked.
“Well… not entirely. I don’t know how long you’ll have to stay there,” Dominic admitted. “I’m not a cop, Ash. I don’t know how any of that stuff actually works.”
Ashton nodded. “You really can’t come with?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You could pretend to be my lawyer,” Ashton suggested.
Dominic raised an eyebrow. That was certainly not a suggestion he had expected from the man. “Well… I do have a suit.”
Ashton’s face lit up. “Really?”
Dominic nodded slowly. “Tomorrow?” he questioned.
Ashton nodded, clearly just a little more excited than most would be. “Tomorrow,” he echoed.
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