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She hesitated. She hated the idea of lying to the police, but she equally hated the idea of pissing off the producers ofDirty Businesswho had insisted she and Dean hide their defunct relationship status until after the movie had been out for a fewweeks.
"Yes."
When she didn't expound, he pressed her. "I'll need his name, Ms.Monroe."
"Dean Reynolds. My co-star on the soon to be released movie." She used her actress skills to her advantage to hide her disdain for herex.
"And where is Mr.Reynolds?"
"He wanted to party with friends, and like I said, I wastired."
"I'm wondering why he isn't here to comfort you instead of your bodyguard?" That was a greatquestion.
"Why does this matter? Dean didn't dothis."
"We'll need to interview him and everyone else close toyou."
"That's crazy. You need to focus on finding who broke into my house. Myhome."
"Oh, rest assured. We'll do that too, but we need to be thorough. This is a high profilecase."
"No shit. I live a high profilelife."
"I'm going to need a list of everyone who has a key to your condo along with the timing of when you were here last and can confirm the photos and threats were not in your bathroom. That will help us narrow our timeline down. The building has tight security, with surveillance cameras, so with any luck we should be able to get a photo of the perpetrator's entrance into yourhome."
She was close to losing her shit. Thankfully, Trevor sensed it and stood. "Are we about done here? I'd like to get Khloe out of here. She can't stay here tonight,obviously."
She bit her tongue. She didn't want to go back to the hotel, but only then did she realize she would never feel comfortable in her own home again. Some asshole had broken in and violated her private space, ruining what was supposed to be one of the best days of herlife.
Surprisingly, the captain didn't try to stop them from leaving. "That's fine, but I need you to share your contact information and don't either of you leave town. We'll want to talk with you again tomorrow after we have a chance to evaluate the evidence. Are you going back to ThePlaza?"
Trevor had pulled out a business card with his contact info on it, handing it over while answering, "We won't be going back there. The paparazzi will be expecting her there. I called her assistant, Ricky. He's securing alternate accommodations. I'll let you know where we endup."
Khloe was fading fast. All remnants of the adrenaline spike from earlier had worn off. All she wanted was to closet herself somewhere safe. A place where she could cry in private. She allowed Trevor to leave her parked on her couch while he went back to her bedroom and grabbed up a duffle bag with a change of clothes. She could hear him arguing with another police officer who didn't want him to disturb anything, but Trevor insisted that Khloe Monroe would not be gallivanting around Manhattan without taking the most basicbelongings.
The next thirty minutes were a blur for her as she let Trevor help her put on a pair of flip-flops before escorting her down to the lobby. She was relieved when they turned away from the front doors, heading down the hallway to the back door. Her personal assistant, Ricky, was waiting at the exit, lookingworried.
They didn't speak as Trevor opened the door to the back alley of the building. Khloe wasn't surprised to find a Town Car waiting for them. Trevor opened the back door for her and then urged her, "Hurry up. There are photographers hangingaround."
He didn't have to tell her twice. She dove into the car with Trevor and Ricky following, slamming the door as they saw two men running towards thecar.
"Get us out of here!" Trevor shouted to Johnson who slammed on the gas, almost running over the photographers before they dove out of theway.
Ricky looked as shaken as she felt. To his credit, he didn't ask her stupidquestions.
"I booked us a suite at the Marriott under my name. I alerted their security and they are waiting for us to arrive at the loading dock and will escort us up through the back of house to avoid any unwanted attention. We can regroupthere."
Since she was still in her bathrobe, she was grateful for the VIParrangements.
Khloe let herself be hustled through the bowels of the huge hotel, led by a pack of men who she had to trust to keep her safe. By the time they were unlocking the door to the suite, she felt ready to collapse. She hadn't had enough to eat that day and the trauma of her last few hours had drained the last ounce of her energy. When she stumbled against the loveseat inside the expansive living space, Trevor was there, scooping her up and carrying her towards thebedroom.
They didn't speak as he pulled back the covers to lay her down. Their eyes met as he stood overher.
"I'm so sorry, Khloe. I feel like this was myfault."
Her brain knew she shouldn't blame her bodyguard, but she didn't have the energy for any more talk. She wanted to be alone. When she didn't answer him, Trevor pulled the covers up and turned to leaveher.
Only when he was at the door did the panic hit her. "Trevor!"
