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Allison really hadn't wanted to bring these two miscreants to the Sheriff's station, but, well, needs must. She needed to completely disarm them before she could take them anywhere and the Sheriff station was the only reasonable option.
"Do a strip search," she told Dennis and Anton. "Heaven only knows what they've got on them and it's easier to be safe than sorry."
"Yes, ma'am!" Dennis nodded.
"Hey! That's not legal!" One protested.
Allison leaned in and bared her teeth. "You're right!" She looked at Dennis. "Let me know when you're done."
She had worked with Dennis and Anton before. She could trust them to be thorough.
It was about forty-five minutes later that Dennis came into the room they were using as an office.
"Idiots, both of them!" he said.
"What now?"
"Blathering about the money we cut them out of," Dennis sighed. "They really think there's money for capturing an Alpha."
"Where are they from?" Allison asked.
"Bumfuck North Dakota," Dennis said. "Evidently there's a 'training' camp somewhere in the mountains. They grew up in the area and Hunting was supposedly their ticket to fame and fortune."
"Do you think we can find out where? And who's involved?" Allison rubbed her forehead. She didn't need this.
"I was the bad guy, so I left Anton to be the good guy," Dennis grinned. "He's feeding them junk food right now to soften them up."
"Excellent!" Allison said. "Think we can watch?"
"Station's wired pretty well. Cameras and mics everywhere," Dennis shrugged. "We could ask the Sheriff."
"I'll do that!" Allison said. She went out to find John waiting for Stiles and Peter to return from their trip to the Nemeton.
"Any chance we can watch what's going on in the cells?" Allison asked. "The idiots there were part of a Hunter training camp and Anton's asking them questions."
"Oh. Yes!" John replied. "Come this way." He led them to a security door that said 'Authorized Personnel Only' that had a palm reader to get into the room. "Stiles had a friend set this up for us. Huh. Probably someone your dad knows. The entire station is wired up and everything immediately goes off-site. If the power goes out, the building has its own generator and the security system has a secondary generator."
"Good to know," Allison nodded. "Can we get a copy of the video with these guys? I'm going to need to come down on them hard and having evidence like this will make it easier."
"Sure," John said. "Send me an email and I'll have the company that runs the system send you what you need."
"You use an external organization to monitor the station?" Allison was puzzled. "That's a security risk, I would think."
"It falls into the who watches the watchers category," John shrugged. "While the story we give out is that I'm here because the previous Sheriff died from natural causes while in office, the truth is that there were a lot of shady dealings in this town. Now that I know Talia Hale is the Alpha and that the town is probably forty percent supernatural, I'm going to guess she called in some favors. She didn't get the guy killed, someone else did that. But my job was to clean this town up and I got the resources to do it."
Allison nodded. "Good to know."
John logged into the system and brought up the feed to the cells.
Idiot number one was still eating the food Anton had brought. Idiot number two had already finished and was eyeing his colleague's fries.
"You had yours!" One said, pulling the paper sack closer to himself. "You eat more than anyone I've ever known."
Two sighed.
"Give me a bit and I'll see if I can get anything else for you guys," Anton offered.
"I guess," Two said grumpily.
"How'd you two get this job?" Anton asked.
"Someone at the camp has a list of Alphas," One said. "Once a year, they pick a name from the list and then us trainees duke it out for the right to try to knock the Alpha off."
"They have a list of Alphas? And these two won the right to Hunt an Alpha? Oh. My. God." Allison breathed. "I hate to see the rest of these so-called trainees."
"When you take that information back to the Council, that will explain a lot of deaths over the years," John added.
"You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me," Two was saying. "And you know it."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," One replied. "You keep telling yourself that."
"You were the one who insisted on following that Alpha into this fucking town," Two pointed out. "We wouldn't have been caught if we had given up."
"I didn't see you staying behind!" One exclaimed. "You were right there!"
"Hey! How do I get in on a deal like that?" Anton asked.
Two closed his mouth and One looked shifty. "You need someone to sponsor you into the Camp. My pa sponsored me. Although he went off on a Hunt 'long about ten years ago and I ain't seen him since."
"They got a magic user, a witch I think," Two offered. "There are wards that keep people away. So even if we told you anything, you'd never find the place."
Allison shrugged. "Even that's a help. We'll see where the one comes from and search for warded spaces from there." She nodded to herself. "We'll find them."
"Good," John nodded. "You want to stay and listen to any more?"
Allison shook her head. "Any more and my blood pressure will skyrocket. Thanks."
Allison let Anton take the Idiots pizza later in the evening, although they really didn't learn anything more.
In the morning, Dennis and Anton rousted the Idiots out of the cells and walked them to a SUV that Allison had called for.
As they were securing the chains to the floor bolts of the SUV, Idiot Two said, "Hey! We get a lawyer! Where's my lawyer?"
Allison stood outside the vehicle. "Oh? Haven't you figured it out yet? You've not been arrested. There will be no lawyers involved in this. You're going to be taken to be sentenced by the Hunter's Council."
"What happened to 'innocent until proven guilty?'" Two persisted.
Allison leaned in. "I'll tell you a secret. You've already proved yourself guilty. You'll never see the light of day again."
"Who the fuck are you to decide that?" One asked.
"Oh? Didn't I introduce myself? My name is Allison Argent," Allison gave a bright smile and a wave.
Allison didn't need to be a 'wolf to smell the fear that came from the two.
"Get them out of here," Allison snarled, slamming the car door.