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“M-M-Mr. Marek…”
“What about him. Did he do something to you?” Anger laced each word.
“Shot. Upstairs.”
“Lock this place down!” the other man yelled at the security desk. “NOW.”
***
Max
Max led Sloane over to one of the couches in the airy lobby. She was white as a ghost and shaking uncontrollably. He sat down next to her and pulled her toward him, tucking her under his arm. It was not the time to think of how perfectly she fit there. How perfect she felt.
Winston made his way over to them after speaking with the building’s security. He knelt down in front of her, taking one of her hands in his.
“Ms. Robertson, my name is Winston Peters.”
“Y-you…you were Mr. Marek’s two o’clock.”
“I was. Now tell me everything you saw.”
Sloane gulped. “I was rushing back to get prepared for your meeting. I…I entered Mr. Marek’s office to hang his dry cleaning in his closet. I never heard a gunshot, but I s-s-saw…saw the blood appear on his shirt. Two men in suits were there. The one in charge called the other one, ‘Booker.’ I ran down the stairs. Booker followed, and he…hes-shotat me. Then I ran into you.”
“Did they say anything else to you? Think, it’s important.”
“Just before I ran, the short one said, ‘Ms. Robertson, it seems we have a problem.’”
“He used your name?”
“Yes.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes, I’m sure of it.”
Max met Winston’s eyes over Sloane’s head. This wasn’t good. No way could she go back to her apartment with the killers knowing her name. She might not know both of their names, but she knew their faces. Max continued to rub circles across her back to calm her. Eventually, uniformed officers came to get her statement.
“Sloane, Winston and I are going over there to speak with the detective. Give this officer the best descriptions you can, but don’t leave without me. Understand?”
“Sure,” she mumbled.
“Sloane, do you understand?” he demanded.
“I understand.”
He hated walking away from her. She seemed so lost and vulnerable as she stared at the marble floor. He stalked to where Winston stood waiting; he wanted to get this over with and get back to Sloane. Today was not going the way he’d planned. He’d thought he would use today’s meeting to see her. Maybe even get the courage to ask her to dinner. He could even spin it as a wedding thing since she was the maid of honor. Tell her that since he was the best man, they should work together to surprise the happy couple with something. That idea was shot to hell now.
“She’s in danger,” Winston said.
“I know. Shit.”
“How do you know her? Ex?”
“No, she’s the cousin of Foster’s fiancée. We met the other night at dinner.”
“I didn’t see a ring. Any other family at home that we need to get to?”
“No, a boyfriend, but they don’t live together. He’s a cop. How are you holding up? I know you guys went way back.”
