Aldo’s Perspective
“Do you possess the information I requested?” I enquired of Saul, the private investigator I engaged to locate Laura.
“All your requests are contained herein,” Saul responds, retrieving a substantial manila packet from his suitcase and sliding it over my desk.
Cain exults with delight, my hands nearly trembling as I extend towards the package.
Saul and I have collaborated intensively over the past week to locate Laura. We attempted to locate Laura’s bank statements; however, she withdrew all her Luna funds from the initial account, rendering it impossible to monitor her financial transactions.
When that yielded no results, we meticulously examined public records in Whitewood, the state where Laura arrived after departing Blood Night, as indicated by her travel documentation. Fortunately, the state of Whitewood mandates that petitioners seeking to alter their name must publicly announce their name change. Records indicate that Laura submitted a motion for anonymity and, while lacking evidence of physical abuse or a restraining order against me, she successfully persuaded the judge that her life was at risk. The motion was approved, and her file was sealed from public access. Laura’s intelligence could be exasperating at times; nonetheless, financial resources wield significant influence in contemporary society. My sole task was to present an irresistible deal to the shopkeeper, and before long, Ricky Ira became my new fixation.
We cross-referenced Ricky Ira with various public records, including birth certificates, marriage licenses, property ownership documents, automobile registrations, and further court records throughout the state of Whitewood. Saul broadened the search on a national scale when initial efforts yielded no results and even explored his own databases and networks until he located her.
After four years of pursuit, I have finally obtained her.
Unseal it! Cain growls menacingly.
I promptly open the envelope and discover a real estate record for a residence located in Liberty Bay, Washington. A copy of a medical assistant badge with a portrait of Laura, with her lips pursed and her hair dishevelled to the side, is also there. I smile at the photograph.
Cain emits a soft purr. She continues to appear remarkable.
She is also employed in a pub’, Saul states while igniting a cigarette, Cain expressing discontent at the notion of our mate working in such an establishment. “I have supplied the location’s address.”
Is it a pub? Cain emits a low growl. That is beneath her!
“I assert that congratulations are warranted,” Saul chuckles, inhaling from the cigarette. “I located the birth certificate verifying that Laura gave birth to a son named Braylon Ira.”
My heart feels as if it is elevated. Ricky ultimately did not disappoint me. She bore me a son!
Kye! Cain exhales forcefully. We’ll fix our son’s name to Braylon Kye.
“My contacts tell me she enrolled your son in a local daycare,” Saul replies, puffing out smoke from his nose and lips. “I have provided you with the address and telephone number for that as well.”
“Braylon,” I reiterate, evaluating the name on my palate.
In an effort to expedite her discovery, I provide Saul with a cheque and accompany him to the exit.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Sir,” he mumbles, turning on his heel and leaving.
I summon Marlon and Zen, both appearing fatigued from a workout session.
“I located her,” I exclaim with satisfaction, sliding the materials on my desk nearer to them. “I discovered my partner.”
Zen scrutinises the pages, his gaze meticulously analysing Laura’s real estate documents, while Marlon gazes vacantly at her medical identification badge.
“She has achieved considerable success,” Zen murmurs as he reads.
“Certainly, she did. She is my companion,” I respond, my thoughts already envisioning the day of our reunion.
Initially, she would be irate; then, upon recognising my frustration regarding her inability to conceive, she would comprehend that we are genuinely destined for one another. I will provide her with a Luna Ceremony surpassing her initial one, and we shall coexist blissfully with our puppy.
“Marlon, I require you to take the earliest flight to King County,” I direct him, aware that Laura would be displeased if I sought her out. “You both maintain a connection. She will be significantly more inclined to cooperate if the first individual she encounters is you, her Gamma.”
Marlon responds without hesitation, “She despises me.” “I betrayed her by remaining silent. She will not wish to see me.”
I promptly sit up and confront him. “Then devise a method to restore her trust!” I retort, striking my fist on the desk. “You were her dearest companion. She will absolve you.”
“She lacks a forgiving disposition. You are aware of that!” Marlon replies, while Cain glares at the provocative tone in his voice. “It is likely advisable that we simply leave her alone—”
