And the blood.
Her blood was all over the damn bathroom. We’d been moved from that room to another a floor below, but I’d already seen the mess the other room was in.
I feared I’d never unsee it either. My Ro’s blood on everything. My baby had tried. And I wasn’t there to protect her. I’d vowed I’d always protect her and failed her.
The cops said she’d fought hard. Anson confirmed she did as he sat on the couch, his head in his hands.
“Have you received any suspicious packages or had any strange phone calls to your home, Mr. Beyers?” Detective Henderson asked as he stared me down.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Your wife, Rosalie, has she received anything new recently? We’re aware of the packages and note she previously received,” he continued. “Anything else?”
I shook my head. “Not that I’m aware of. Security has been tightened, and nothing new has come through.”
The detective made note of it as Klaus paced the room. I knew he was ready to tear this city apart. His company’s image was at stake, which only added fuel to the fire.
I’d join him as soon as this interview was over. Anson wasn’t himself. I knew him as a strong, take-charge man, but he was broken.
Ryder had been taken to the hospital. He had a nasty concussion, and they wanted to keep him for observation as they ran more scans on him. He’d needed a lot of stitches. Anson said he’d barely been conscious when taken out of the hotel.
“And how long have you been married to Rosalie?” Henderson asked.
“Almost five years,” I replied, glancing at Anson again.
Henderson frowned. “So you’re the husband, and this Mr. Beyers is just her manager?” He nodded to Anson.
“I’m her husband,” I confirmed, “but I hardly think our relationship status is relevant. Anson is my brother. We’re a family.”
Henderson raised his brows at that. I didn’t like this guy. He was probably in his mid-thirties, but he had a judgmental attitude that wasn’t sitting well with me.
“Anson, right?”
“Yeah.” Anson inhaled deeply and wiped his eyes.
“How long have you been sleeping with Rosalie?”
“What the fuck kind of question is that?” Klaus snarled, stepping into the conversation.
“I’m only trying to figure out a dynamic here so I know what’s going on. We can’t rule anyone out yet?—”
“You think I fucking took her? Cut her to fuck? Hauled her body out and then made a fucking police report?” Anson glared at Detective Henderson. “You stupid motherfucker. I was on the phone with her the entire time she was being attacked! I showed you incompetent pricks my phone records!” He got to his feet, morphing into the monster I knew he could be. “I was out at a meeting until she called me! If you’d check into that information, then you’d know I’m telling the truth!”
“Mr. Beyers, I’m going to ask that you lower your voice and sit down,” Henderson said, eyeing him wearily. “I’m conducting an investigation here.”
“You’re being a nosy little asshole,” Anson snapped. “Our dynamic doesn’t fucking matter. Get your ass to work and find my girl!”
Henderson nodded tightly before looking at me. “Can we talk alone, Mr. Beyers?”
I glanced at Anson to see his chest heaving. He was going to lose it. I couldn’t have that happening and him landing himself in jail.
“Sure,” I said, getting to my feet.
“No. You don’t talk to him without me,” Anson shouted. “You’re not going to fucking question him about me! I didn’t fucking do shit but try to protect her.” Anson shoved Hendersonhard in the chest. Two of the other cops in the room came rushing over and grabbed Anson before I could get to him.
Klaus swore in German as cuffs were placed on Anson’s wrists.
Son of a bitch.
