Magnus [Allãsson Book 1.]

Chapter IX

Corrine

Pulling out of the hospital and driving off down town there is definitely somewhere I can get some information about this case.
I may have not gotten anywhere with my mate's murder case but I could get closer when I dig deeper in this one.

After giving Reid the bag and it's content, we spent time just talking and catching up, Our conversation both light and serious. I felt lighter after that, my mind back on its path after the warmth of my friend.
I did apologize for not talking to him for a period of two weeks.

Taking a few turns, down to a run down street. Stopping the car in front of a bikers club, it was the basic bikers den, there were different types of bikes. It looked like a country's county club.

Turning and parking my car on the opposite side of the club.
Parting the almost non-existent curtain. My eyes already scanning for who I need to see. It's seems like in here it's eleven at night. People are still partying and it's only midday.

My eyes found his, at the very back of the well structured club. Or was it because I have found him there on multiple occasions. It's seems like luck is on mih today.

Approaching his buff figure, his features nothing like a typical biker. He looked like a CEO, which he is, but it contradicted the reputation he had.

Scott Smith.Leader of the Chicago bikers den. Third in the criminal chat . He is also the CEO of BD, Bikers Den which is a company that is specialized in bikes as the name suggests.
His company produces the best kind of bikes and I even wonder why he hasn't renovated this place. He is a born Alpha but he decided to focus on his business and club. He still is a member of the Craine Pack and contributes in pack business.

Finally being in his line of vision, his stonic face lighted up significantly. "Cory my love." He shouted, standing up and spreading his hands.
Did I mention that he was joker and enthusiastic .

A smile appeared naturally on my face, my mood lifting even lighter. How can I be in a bad mood when I had just been with Reid and now with Scott. They wouldn't even let mih frown..

Settling down on the couches that faced each other, a floor above the club.
"So, how have you been it's been a while? And why the fuck did you dye you hair." He asked all at once, my hand reached out to touch my short hair, I had already forgotten I had blue hair now.

Smiling at him, "I'm fine, just trying to catch bad guys." I shrugged not mentioning anything about my sudden hair changed, just avoiding the topic the same way I did when Reid asked.
"You do know when a woman says she is fine, it's a gate way pass to 'am not okay'." His bow raised, giving mih the look one gives when he knows his right.

"Am okay, Scott, trying but am okay." I know am not fine, but I will be, the ache in my heart reducing a bit, but it sually will be better when I get my hands on the man who murdered my man, just imagining what I will do to him has got mih salivating.

'and how long have you been searching for this killer.' my subconscious rung but I ignored it.

"You know am here if you need anything, am here." He suddenly said his eyes meeting mine, and I knew he was sincere. Nodding at him.

Scott was Heath's best friend and he was by his side when he was breathing his last breath. He told mih that Heath 'my mate'  asked him to take good care of mih, and he did a very good job at it that he was the first to support my decision to train and become a detective since it would be easier to catch the murderer, not that our pack couldn't, but the people involved were more human than wulves, and till this day my mind runs how mere human were able to injure a Gamma like Heath and kill him and get away with it.
Scott was with mih, when I started this investigation but when it started hitting dead ends he left for abroad, for more business but always gave mih support.  But overtime he gave up like every one else.