“Sean can identify the killer. The boy is my mate, so I am naturally concerned for his welfare. He’s had a sedative and needs to eat something, so he can’t speak to you now. If you come around in the morning, I’ll see if he is up to giving a statement.”
“Your mate, Alpha? Congratulations, at least something good came of this night.” The detective looked up at the staircase in curiosity. “There’s going to be paperwork.”
“I’m sure you can take care of any difficulties that come up before morning. By the way, Sean had a backpack. It fell behind the Dumpster. If it was recovered from the scene, please make sure it’s back here in the morning.”
“Yes Alpha La Marche. Would ten be too early?”
“No Detective Murphy, ten will be fine.”
Armand closed the door behind the detective and bounded up the stairs to his mate. He found Meg spooning the broth into his mouth. “I’ll take over here.”