Chapter 50

Killian's POV

I sighed. Not in the soft ‘I-have-to-chill’ but in the ‘I-need-a-break’ way.

Stephen has begun working on Katie's case again, which was actually the whole intention of coming to his place so we weren't walked in on by the vultures—if that word even existed. I stretched out on his dull blue couch that didn't match the brown rug on the floorboard. To be honest, his entire house was cozy but a bad color riot.

“You can't keep sighing like a woman who has all her kids in ca oma while I'm here doing all the wor,” Stephen said from over the couch. I could imagine the look on his face, that of disapproval. He would shake it and make a pitiful sound afterward. “tch..”

There it was…

“That’s the whole point of hiring you my guy, if you haven't given it much of a thought. That's why you get paid to rumble around the pack's gossip till we find out the exact issue—”

“Hannah Christine Martins didn't get a burial. And there is no record of being cremated at any of the mortuaries in the