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“As of right now, no,” the officer replied. Then, “Mr. Eriksson, do you have any idea where Mr. Johansson might go? Where we might be able to locate him?”
“How the hell would he know?” I fumed. How dare they ask Lars to do their job!
“You seem to know him the best.” The officer circumvented.
I laughed humorlessly. “What a fucking clusterfuck.”
“I’m not sure,” Lars answered. “I didn’t even want to believe he was here when I first saw him.”
“You saw him before yesterday?” The officers perked up.
Lars cut me a guilty look, then nodded. “A couple times. I’d hoped I was mistaken.”
“You are here on a student visa, correct?”
Lars nodded. “Yes. I attend Westbrook. I swim for the college.”
“Yes, it was mentioned,” the short officer muttered. “What were you doing at the airport this morning?”
A strangled sound ripped out of me. “Shouldn’t you be out there looking for him? Why are you here wasting time?”
“We need to have everything on record. All of the officers in the area have been alerted.” The tall officer tried to placate me.
“Y’all got good cop/bad cop down,” Rush mused.
The bad cop looked unamused. Shocker.
“He threatened me,” Lars told the room. “He came to my dorm room last night, as Rush said, and he told me I had to come back to Sweden with him. That I belonged to him.”
A growl built in my chest, rumbly and deep.
“I refused. Things turned physical. He, ah, he threatened Win.”
The officer’s brows shot up. “He threatened Mr. Sinclair?”
Lars nodded, and I wondered if I was the only one to notice the slight wobble in his lower lip. “He said he would kill him. He has a history of violence, so I believed him. He promised that if I went back to Sweden with him, he would leave Win alone.”
I groaned. “You traded your safety for mine.” Yeah, I already knew that part, but it never got any easier hearing it.
“So you went to the airport this morning,” the good cop surmised, then looked at me. “And you followed him?”
I nodded. “When he didn’t show up for swim practice, I got worried.”
“How did you know he was at the airport?” bad cop asked.
“Rush said he saw him with a suitcase. I just guessed.”Thank God I guessed right.It literally made my skin crawl to think about where Lars would be right now if I hadn’t gotten there in time.
The bad cop flipped his stupid notebook closed and stuffed his pen in the pocket of his uniform. “That should be enough.”
“You believe me?” Lars asked, slightly surprised.
“Angel, why wouldn’t they believe you?”
“I’m really tired of people not believing victims around here,” Wes spat.
Lars seemed a little unsure, glancing between me and the others.
“Hey.” I encouraged, voice soft. “It’s okay. We’re all on your side, okay? Of course we believe you.”
