Free The Pack-Retribution by LM. Preston Page B

across from him and he sent a quick reprimand gaze at Garcia. “Excuse my partner. She’s a bit high-strung.”
    Shamira wasn’t falling for their bull today. She wanted out of this interrogation and back on the street to figure out who was doing this to her team. “Whatever. Let’s get this over with.”
    Garcia snatched her chair out, and sat down to stare unwavering at Shamira. “Tell us why you were in Sector Seven.”
    Shamira repeated what she told her father. Then leaned back and watched the ball bounce as Logan asked the next question. “Hmm, I’ve been reviewing some of the history we have on your team members. Several of them have a sketchy past that is not recorded.” Logan smiled, his eyes assessing Shamira.
    The chair squeaked when Shamira leaned back in her chair, determined to appear nonchalance. “Your point?”
    “Well, let’s see here. Mitch, he was a drug dealer for Monev. Said you found him in a club. He’d been held hostage by Monev for almost two years. His psychiatric scores came back as borderline psychotic.”
    “Again, I ask. What’s your point?” Shamira tapped her finger on the table.
    Garcia growled. “The point is—do you think he can be trusted? Hell, let’s go down the list while we are here. Anthony—hmm, former drug runner for Monev, he’d been with the organization for 5 years. Hedi—former hacker and sexslave for Monev. All that abuse would have messed with anyone’s head, not to mention a girl with skills to hack and destroy our computer system.”
    “So what?” Shamira leaned forward her hand fisting.
    Garcia stood up, reading from the handheld tablet with her team member’s rap sheet scrolling on it. “Kurt and Dion—oh, this is good—assassins in training for Monev, with a possible kill list of over thirty victims apiece before they decided to join the,” her eyebrow lifted, “girl, Shamira in her rampage vigilante gang against Monev.” She smacked her teeth. “Neither boy do we have any information at all on besides what you told the force about them. Neither Kurt or Dion knows the true names of their parents since they were held by Monev so long.”
    “I trust them. They saved my life, and the lives of hundreds of kids who were captured, abused and broken by Monev.” She put her hands on the table and leaned forward. “Maybe if you two were doing your jobs right—you would have been able to help them.” She smirked. “But we all know that neither of you did. Did you?”
    Garcia jumped at her and pushed Shamira by the shoulder. Shamira didn’t budge, but her lips tightened into a snarl. “Get-your-hand-off-of me!”
    Logan put a hand on Garcia, who mumbled as she sat back. “Insolent…brat. I...ought.”
    Logan released a deep breath. “Elite Officer Garcia, I can handle the remaining interview here.” He nodded at Garcia.
    Shamira caught the slight eye signal that passed between them. Pla-ease. I know you are no better than her, Logan. Shamira fought not to roll her eyes.
    Logan cleared his throat, as Garcia left the room. “Now, back to the interview.” He put his fake smile on again. “Who was this Nan exactly? What was her last name?”
    “I didn’t give her last name. I try not to learn the last names of my friends. She’s just someone who needed food. We gave her some.”
    “Instead of going to a movie? Isn’t that where you were going originally?”
    “We dropped her off some money, because we were close by and she needed it.” Shamira hoped she evaded his trick question. She watched him for a sign, but he didn’t give one away.
    “Valens seems to have connections to the kids who were part of Monev. Did he ever allude to working for Monev? Uh…indirectly of course.”
    “Never. He’d never work for them. They kidnapped and tortured his little sister—he wanted to infiltrate them and bring them down as much as I did—even more. So, again I say it plain. No!”
    “Well, not work, but what about pretend to work with