18 : Deleted Records

ELIJAH

“Step away, lady. Let the FBI do their duty,” Irene says with a smug look, and the receptionist slowly steps back from the desk.

“But we are not the FBI,” Drake comments with a frown as he settles into the chair behind the desk.

Irene sighs as if disappointed, “But it sounds cool. Adds weight to our investigation. Don’t you think so?”

“Uh, I guess…” Drake gives her a strange look before focusing his attention on the desktop.

Joshua walks over to me and mutters, “Elijah, this is a waste of time. We are in a hospital, and people are scared because of what’s happening. It's interrupting the workspace.”

I look behind me. The nurses, staff, and patients are all gathered around, staring at us with curiosity in their eyes.

I scoff, “I don’t give a fuck. I am the Alpha, so if they have a problem, then they can fuck off. Drake will do what I said.”

“But—”

“Know whom you are talking to, Joshua,” I snap at him, reminding him that he’s my Beta and he needs to obey my orders. If th