Chapter 65
Chapter Sixty-Five
Falcon
Warren Corvina’s house is empty. It takes less than an hour to clear all three floors, including the basement, and our search only goes over the half hour mark because Owen insisted on double checking every room he made me search.
“Looks like this was just where he parked up,” he mutters. “That’s a pain in the ass.”
“I assume you don’t have cameras close enough to pick up any cars that might have been out here?”
Owen sighs. “I’ll have my men check the cameras on the gates on the off chance our trespasser drove past the academy before or after he cut the hole in the fence. It’s a busy stretch of road, and there’s a good chance he went the other way to avoid being seen.”
He takes out his phone and starts typing out a message.
I look around the hallway of the house.
It’s the plainest home I’ve ever set foot inside.
No pictures on the walls. Sparce furnishings.
Everything looks expensive, I guess, but it’s not exactly a warm and comforting place to live.
I could absolutely picture a stone-cold psychopath making this house his home.
“What now?” I ask Owen.
He frowns at me as he stuffs his phone back into his pocket.
“Now? I drive back to the academy, and you leave.”
I stare at him. “Whoever made that hole did it so they could come back when it was dark.”
“That’s my problem, not yours.”
“My mate lives in the academy. It’s absolutely my problem.”
I stare him down and he sighs again.
“Look, I know Shayne’s part of your pack and he’s the only family Shadow still cares about, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you do whatever the hell you want.
You lied about your intentions to get into Goldcrest, and until Robin’s as sure about you as I am about my mates, I don’t trust you one little bit. ”
“I’m willing to do things your way,” I start.
“I know you’re not going to leave,” he cuts in. “But you’ll do things my way or I’ll lock you in the academy’s basement until I can get CCPD to come and arrest you for trespassing.”
I blink at him. “You’ll what?”
“You heard me. We don’t know when this guy is coming back, and the fastest way to get back to that hole in the fence is if we drive back to the academy so that’s what we’re doing.”
He leaves the house, and I follow, closing the door behind me.
“So, that’s the plan?” I ask as we move toward his car. “We wait for him to come to us?”
“Did you have any better ideas?” he asks, raising an eyebrow as he glances at me.
“No, that seems like the right one.”
Chances are the would-be intruder will be tired by the time he walks back to that part of the fence.
We won't be. We can take him by surprise.
Whoever the hell he is.