“But we need paramedics here to make sure.”
I reach into my purse and pull out my BlackBerry, and before I can give too
much thought to the extent of Christian’s anger, I dial his number. It goes
straight to voice mail. He must ha一ve switched it off because he’s so mad. I
cannot think what to say. Turning away, I walk down the hallway a little, away
from everyone.
“Hi. It’s me. Please don’t be mad. We’ve had an incident at the apartment.
But it’s under control, so don’t worry. No one is hurt. Call me.” I hang up.
“Call the police.” I tell Sawyer. He nods, takes out his cell, and makes the call.
Officer Skinner is deep in conversation with Ryan at the dining room table.
Officer Walker is with Sawyer in Taylor’s office. I don’t know where Prescott
is, perhaps in Taylor’s office. Detective Clark is barking questions at me as
we sit on the couch in the great room. He’s tall, dark and would be good
looking if it wasn’t for his permanent scowl. I suspect he’s been woken and
dragged from his warm bed because the home of one of Seattle’s most
influential and wealthy businessmen has been breached.
“He used to be your boss?” Clark asks tersely.
“Yes.”
I am tired—beyond tired—and I want to go to bed. I still ha一ven’t heard from
Christian. On the plus side, Hyde has been removed by the paramedics.
Mrs. Jones hands me and Detective Clark each a cup of tea.
“Thanks,” grunts Clark and turns back to me. “And where is Mr. Grey?”
“New York. On business. He’ll be back tomorrow evening, I mean this
evening.” It’s after midnight.
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“Hyde is known to us,” Detective Clark murmurs. “I’ll need you to come down
to the station to make a statement. But that can wait. It’s late and there are a
couple of reporters camped out on the sidewalk. Do you mind if I look
around?”
“Of course not,” I offer, relieved his questioning is finished. I shudder at the
thought of the photographers outside. Well, they won’t be a problem until
tomorrow. I remind myself to call my mom and Ray
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