Page 220 of Claiming the Pack's Omega

"You okay, man? You look a little pale," the first bailiff we talked to asks me. He was gracious enough to guide me through the chaos and bring me to the security room.

"I'm fine," I say, shaking my head.

“What’s your name, by the way?” The bailiff asks. “My name’s Seth.”

“Milo,” I answer.

“Good to meet you, Milo. Wish it were under better circumstances.”

“Me too,” I sigh.

Seth stops in front of a nondescript door.

“Here’s the security room.”

There isn't anything special about the room. It's a little small, but it’s very organized, with multiple monitors against the main wall displaying live feeds from around the courthouse.

Two officers stationed in the room spin around in their chairs and nod at the two of us.

"Hey, I've got a member of the Graylock Pack who wants to check out the security feeds. His pack's omega is missing."

"Damn, is that why it's chaos out there?" One of them asks, shifting his chair to the side so I can have space at the desk.

"No, it's chaos because there's a dead man out back," I mutter under my breath as I take a seat.

"What! No way!" The second officer says, jumping up onto his feet. "I heard shots fired on the radio but I didn't know someone was shot right outside!"

His disbelief surprises me right away. After a minute of figuring out their system, I navigate to the cameras with views of the back of the courthouse.

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath.

None of them are showing anything unusual. Even though I know for a fact that there's a whole swarm of cop cars out back, probably putting up a bunch of yellow tape, designating the entire area as a crime scene.

I stare at the three monitors in front of me, watching them intently.

"These cameras have been looped," I say. "Look at that bird. It's flown from the solar panels you have above the parking lot twice."

Seth and the other two security guards lean in beside me to get a better look at the screen.

"There," I say, pointing to the small bird that darts across the top corner of one of the screens. "They're looped in 30-second intervals. This is the same footage over and over again. If I had to guess, based on the trajectory of the shadows, it was looped about two hours ago."

"Damn, man, you're good," Seth says, pulling out his radio. "I'll make some calls."

His gaze darts to the two security guards sitting beside me.

"Hey, it wasn't us, bro!" The first one who made space for me at the table says, raising his hands up like he's surrendering.

"But then who could it have been?" Seth asks, resting his clenched fists against his hips. "Did you guys leave your posts?"

"No, we swear! We haven't even had our lunch break yet!"

"This could have been done remotely," I say, tapping my fingers against the table.

"Really?" Seth asks, his brows drawing down. "But our systems are secure. How could that have happened?"

Their systems are secure. But they're not on lockdown. There are ways someone could've done this remotely. I could've done this remotely.

Which means that there's someone out there with a lot of skill and a lot of money backing them. Could a Southside crime family afford that? Just to take a single omega?