All Chapters of A Night In Daddy's Bed: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

HARRISON'S POVBy four-thirty, I was outside, pushing my way against the early tide of commuters drifting toward underground stations and bus stops. The sky had already begun to darken, and as I cut across toward Cavendish Square, the rain started again—fine at first, then steadier. I raised my arm and hailed a cab.The desk sergeant at Holborn Police Station was pink-faced and freshly shaven, his thinning hair slicked carefully over a bald patch. He leaned heavily on the counter, dunking biscuits into a mug of tea, scattering crumbs across the ample chest of a Page Three girl in his newspaper. As I pushed through the glass door, he licked his fingers clean, wiped them down the front of his shirt, and slid the paper discreetly out of sight beneath the counter. He smiled at me, his cheeks wobbling slightly.I showed him my business card and asked if I might see the charge sheet for Bobby Moran. The smile faded almost instantly.“We’re very busy at the moment, you’ll have to bear with m

HARRISON'S POVFor once, Bobby had been on time. He arrived dressed in his work clothes, a grey shirt and matching trousers, the word Nevaspring stitched neatly across his breast pocket. I found myself noticing again how tall he was. It always caught me slightly off guard.I finished the last of my notes, my handwriting looping awkwardly as I struggled to keep it neat, then looked up to see if he was ready. That was when it struck me, he would never really be ready. Bryce had been right. There was something fragile about Bobby, something unpredictable. His mind seemed cluttered with half-formed ideas, odd fragments of knowledge, and bits of conversations that never quite found their ending.Years earlier, a café called Oddballs had opened in Soho. The idea had been to attract the eccentrics of the West End—wild-haired artists, drag queens, punks, hippies, gonzo journalists, dandies. It never worked. Instead, the place filled up with ordinary office workers who had come in droves hopin

HARRISON'S POVA plumber’s van had been parked out front of the house when I got back home. The sliding door stood open, revealing trays stacked one atop another—silver and brass fittings, corners, S-bends, and plastic couplings arranged with rough practicality.The company name was fixed to the side panels on magnetised mats: D.J. Morgan Plumbers & Gas Fitters.I found him in the kitchen, drinking tea and attempting, without much subtlety, to steal glances down the front of Ruby’s V-neck top. Outside, in the garden, his apprentice was showing Madison how to juggle a football with her knees and feet.“This is our plumber, D.J.,” Ruby said without bothering with welcoming me back.He rose lazily, nodding a greeting without removing his hands from his pockets. Mid-thirties, tanned, fit, with dark hair slicked back as though permanently wet—he looked more like a presenter on a home renovation show than a tradesman. I could almost see the thought forming behind his eyes: what was a woman

RUBY'S POV The news broke before I even had time to finish my coffee.Scarlett Scott cheating with multiple men.Private messages leaked.Photos. Videos. Receipts.I stared at my phone, scrolling slowly, my brows pulling together as article after article loaded across the screen.“She really outdid herself this time,” Madison muttered from across the desk, leaning over my shoulder to get a better look. “I mean… this isn’t just cheating, Ruby. This is… a full-time operation.”I let out a quiet breath, my fingers tightening slightly around the phone.“It doesn’t feel real,” I admitted.Not after the manipulation, the threats, the way Scarlett had carried herself like she was always ten steps ahead of everyone else.To see her like this, exposed, humiliated, stripped down to nothing but scandal, it felt almost… surreal.“People are already picking sides,” Madison continued, scrolling on her own phone now. “Some are saying she’s being set up. Others are calling her a gold digger. Andboh,

HARRISON'S POV I had to take another excuse to travel again. I needed to solve the death of Catherine and find out how if was connected to me, but then I had to spend more time with Ruby so she doesn't suspect a thing when I'm gone. As I gazed across the field, my eyes settled on a solitary figure standing on the far side of the pitch, his hands buried deep in the pockets of a heavy overcoat. Even from a distance, I recognized the silhouette instantly.“What brings you out so early on a Saturday, Detective Inspector?” I called out. “It’s hardly for the exercise.”Ruiz turned his head slightly, glancing toward the jogging path. “There are already enough heavy breathers in this town,” he muttered dryly.I studied him for a moment before asking, “How did you know where to find me?”“Your neighbours,” he replied simply.He unwrapped a boiled sweet with deliberate care and popped it into his mouth, the faint rattle of it against his teeth oddly loud in the quiet morning air.“How can I h