Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 117


    Marco looks over to the interrogation room, shakes his head, and then walks over in its direction of it.


    “What part of having the log books ready didn’t you bloody understand?” Marco shouts as soon as he


    steps inside the room.


    Officer Flint attempts to stammer for an answer, but since nonees, he rushes out of the room.


    “Trent! The logbook!” Officer Flint snaps in the distance. I peer out the door to watch the man on the


    phone at his desk lift his head.


    The man furrows his brows and blows out a heavy breath. “On your desk!” He retorts, sounding just as


    annoyed as the Officer looks.


    “I just came out of there!” Officer Flint snaps.


    “It’s on your desk!” The man shakes his head, returning to his phone call.


    “Why are you even in here?” Marco says, shoving past Officer Flint and walking toward his office door.


    I follow on his heels as Marco stops in front of a door and tries to open it. However, it’s locked, so


    Officer Flint rushes over with his keys jingling in his hands. He fumbles with the stack of keys, and


    Marco snarls, grabbing the handle and ripping it off.


    The door opens, and Marco hands the broken door handle to Officer Flint, who looks at it in disbelief.


    His mouth is open, gaping like a fish. A little more, and we’ll see that jaw hit the darn floor.


    “Useless mutts!” Marco snaps, walking in and looking down at the desk covered in crap, cups, food


    wrappers, and documents. Marco snarls and starts rummaging through it before finding the ck.


    folder.


    He is about to open it on the desk, but then he res at the Officer beside him. “How do you work in


    this filth?” Marco snaps at him.


    The Officer leaves my side, clearly set on cleaning up the mess Marco so openly disapproves of.


    However, he doesn’t get to reach the desk when Marco growls at him and uses his hand to swipe all


    the crap onto the floor with his arm and hand.


    The Officer shrieks in surprise and jumps back. Marco ignores him and then sits behind the desk. His


    eyes focus on the folder as he slowly opens it. I move to the seat across from him and sit down.


    Officer Flint stands there awkwardly as Marco’s eyes scan the pages, flicking through them before he


    opens up theptop. “Log in!” Marco snaps at him again.


    My eyes follow every movement in the office as the Officer quickly does as he is told to and logs into


    hisptop. As soon as he does, Marco ps his hands away. He turns theptop, so I can see as well


    when he scans files on the surveince system and opens them.


    “What are you looking for?” I ask him, leaning forward a little to ensure I don’t overlook anything.


    “Osiris was here a few minutes after Alpha Derrick was brought in. I want to see where he went.” Marco


    slides the folder over to me, and I nce at the page to see Osiris’ name scrawled on the line next to


    his signature when Khan presses forward. I stare at the signature and the handwriting, something


    nagging at me when Khan picks it up.


    “That’s not Osiris’ handwriting,” Khan says, voicing my suspicions.


    I remain silent as I stare at the writing. My gaze focuses on the signature on the page, and I frown. It’s


    vastly different. Perhaps someone who hasn’t seen his signature wouldn’t notice the difference, but I


    see it clearly.


    Once I am certain and Khan also confirms my thoughts, I turn the folder around on the desk to show


    my discovery to Marco. His eyes set on me, so I point to the signature and name. Marco looks at it and


    then gives me a questioning look. “That’s not Osiris’ handwriting,” I tell him, and Marco’s eyes snap


    back to me again.


    “Are you sure?” He asks.


    I nod my head, then grab my phone and unlock it. Quickly, I scan through the files to pull on the one


    Osiris signed and filled outst week at the council meeting. I double-tap on the screen to erge it


    and show it to Marco. His eyes focus on the screen when he finally notices what I’m showing, and his


    brows pinch together.


    “No, it’s definitely Osiris. I remember himing in not long after you hung up on me. I saw him myself


    and watched him sign in,” Officer Flint says, crossing his arms in front of his chest as if it’s me he has


    to prove something to.


    Marco looks at the Officer and tilts his head as he asks, “What time was that?”


    “About ten minutes after, they brought in Alpha Derrick.” Officer Flint shrugs.


    Marco focuses back on the timestamp on the logbook. “He walks into the bathrooms but neveres


    out. Instead, I see another officer does,” Marco mutters, dragging the words as if he already knows


    something.


    “That is Officer Tuck,” Flint points out.


    We focus back on the screen and wait for Osiris toe out of the bathroom, but he doesn’t. At this


    point, it looks like he has drowned in the sink or fallen in the fucking toilet. However, about twenty


    minutester, we see more activity.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    Officer Tuck returns to the bathroom, and soon after, Osiris emerges, straightening out his suit.


    We watch how he logs out, writes and signs the logbook, and talks to Officer Flint for a few minutes.


    Both of themugh about something, and soon after, Osiris leaves.


    “Must have been taking a dump?” Officer Flint says, shrugging his shoulders.


    Is he serious? Is this man really trying toe up with an excuse for all that we just witnessed? Both


    Marco and I look at him as if he has lost his goddamn mind.


    “Get out!” Marco snarls at the unsuspecting man.


    Officer Flint looks at him in pure shock. “What?” he stammers.