#Chapter 24: The Culprit

Alexander I followed my Beta into my study, where a man was waiting for us. I recognized the man immediately as one of the photographers from the press conference. “Alpha,” Gabriel said, gesturing to the man, “this guy says a couple came into his tabloid agency to leak the story. He saw them.” I narrowed my eyes and folded my arms. “Is that so?” The man nodded. “I-It’s true, Alpha,” he said, wringing his hands. “They came in and spoke to my boss. Well, I didn’t see them, but I did hear them speak.” “And? Spit it out.” The photographer fidgeted with his camera strap. “It was an older couple. A man and a woman.” “An older couple?” I asked, straightening a little. “Did they give names?” “No, sir. They were careful about that. But I remember what they sounded like.” “Go on.” The photographer hesitated. “Well, the man had a deep, gravelly voice. Like he used to smoke. And the woman’s voice was high-pitched, but she drew out her ‘s’