MasukThe apartment door closed behind them. Lauren stood frozen in the entryway, Officer Clark's words still ringing in her ears. 'Sometimes people who stand between a stalker and their target have accidents. Car accidents. Muggings gone wrong.'Her hands were shaking. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps that she couldn't seem to control. The image of Wyatt lying in a pool of blood, of Liam standing over him with that twisted smile, of losing the one person who made her feel safe—"Lauren." Wyatt's voice cut through the spiral. "Hey. Look at me."She couldn't. Couldn't move. Couldn't breathe properly. Couldn't stop seeing— What if something happened to him because of her. She loved him.Then his hands were on her shoulders, firm and warm, pulling her against his chest. His arms came around her, solid and reassuring, and she collapsed into him, her fingers fisting in his shirt."I can't—" The words caught in her throat. "Wyatt, if he hurts you because of me, if something happens to you—"
Sarah showed her badge to the doorman, Tom, according to his name tag, and asked to be announced to Lauren Gardener's apartment. "Is she expecting you, Officer Clark?" Tom asked, reaching for the phone. "No, but she'll want to see me. It's about her case." Tom made the call, spoke quietly, then nodded. "You can go on up.” Sarah took the elevator up, using the ride to organize her thoughts. She had to be careful here. Had to give them enough information to protect themselves without explicitly violating the laws that kept Michelle Matthews case sealed. Liam had been a minor. The elevator doors opened, and she found Wyatt Heywood waiting in the hallway outside the apartment, arms crossed, his body language screaming pissed-off male. He had to know it wasn’t good news. Why else would she come by instead of calling? She was glad Lauren had him as protection. He was a fucking huge dude and, from what she could get on him, lethal. A lot of his file while in the SEALs was sealed. "Offi
"What kind of advice?"Sarah checked her weapon, made sure it was secure in her holster. "The kind that might keep her alive. The kind that says don't wait for us to save you, because by the time we can legally intervene, it might be too late. The kind that says trust your bodyguard, trust your instincts, and be ready to run if you have to. Get a firearms license and shoot the bastard if she gets a chance.""Sarah, that's not exactly protocol. What if she repeats it?""Fuck protocol." The words came out sharp, edged with all the frustration she'd been holding in. "You know how many domestic violence victims I've talked to who said they called us for help and we couldn't do anything? How many stalking victims who ended up dead because we had to wait for them to be in imminent danger before we could act? How many times imminent danger meant already dying? The restraining order means nothing to these guys."Roads didn't argue. He'd seen the same cases, attended the same funerals."Just b
Officer Sarah Clark sat at her desk, staring at the closed folder in front of her, her jaw so tight she could feel the muscle jumping beneath her skin. The interview with Liam Carr had gone exactly as she'd expected, which was precisely the problem. She had hoped he would slip and say something. But he’d been perfect. Too perfect, with the right amount of shock, the right amount of concern, the right amount of contrition mixed with righteous indignation. Every word carefully chosen, every emotion precisely calibrated to paint himself as the misunderstood nice guy rather than the obsessive stalker she knew he was.And she couldn't prove otherwise. Not yet."Fuck," she muttered under her breath, opening the folder again even though she'd memorized every detail.Lauren Gardener's case wasn't the first stalking situation she'd handled. Wouldn't be the last. But something about this one made her skin crawl in a way that went beyond professional concern. Maybe it was the progression. Maybe
Let them chew on that. Plant the seed that maybe the ape was the problem, not Liam. That maybe Lauren was being controlled by this aggressive boyfriend who didn't want her working with other men.Clark said carefully, "Did he threaten you?""He grabbed my wrist." Liam held up his arm, though there were no marks there. Nothing visible. "Pulled me away from Lauren. Told me I was 'hurting her' when I was just performing the scene as written. His behavior was very aggressive and inappropriate toward me. Maybe I should be the one pressing charges."Clark made more notes. "Let's go back to the physical contact. You said you grabbed Miss Gardener's arm as part of the scene?""If that's what the script called for, yes. I don't specifically remember. I was in character, focused on the emotional truth of the moment. That's how method acting works. You become the character so completely that you're not thinking about the mechanics anymore. You're just... being.""And you don't recall gripping he
The knock on the front door came at 8:47 AM.Liam had been awake for hours, sitting on the edge of the sofa, staring at his cracked phone screen. Planning his next steps. Running through scenarios of how to remove the ape from Lauren's life without leaving evidence that could be traced back to him.He got up and looked through the peephole, he saw it was the police. Fuck.He should have known they would come eventually. Had prepared for it. Had his story straight, his expression practiced, his lawyer's number ready to dial. This was that ape's doing.Three more knocks, harder this time."Mr. Carr? NYPD. We need to speak with you."Liam checked his reflection in the mirror mounted near the front door. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, stubble shadowing his jaw, but that worked in his favor. The concerned artist, losing sleep over a misunderstanding. The dedicated actor, devastated that his craft had been misinterpreted.He opened the door, two uniformed officers stood in th
Honey sat in the back of the car as Amanda drove her back to the penthouse, she pulled out her new phone and stared at the screen, her. There was no point putting this off, she needed to know.The number she dialed wasn't saved. She'd memorized it from Riley's phone bill, when she'd been gathering
Honey stepped off the lift to find her two best friends waiting for her at the front door. She could tell Lauren had been pacing, her phone clutched to her ear, while Maggie leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly over her chest. They both looked up at the ding of the elevator, and their expr
The voice cut through the alley like a whip crack, full of authority and barely restrained violence. Honey had never seen Grayson so angry before; the look of cold fury on his face was… well terrifying. She was glad it wasn't directed at her.Riley spun, his grip on Honey loosening, she pushed at t
After ending the call, Honey stood in the quiet penthouse for a moment, taking in her new temporary home. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of Central Park. The space was elegant, modern.This was freedom. Real freedom. But it wasn't her place or her home. She still might sell he







