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“No one else ever did.” Lars confided. “Not even my parents. They assumed I did something to deserve it.”
My teeth ground together so hard that the metallic tang of blood burst over my tongue.
“Not even Satan out in the hall deserves that,” Rush said.
Pretty sure everyone snickered, even the bad cop.
Except for me. And Lars.
Taking his hand, I led him toward the bed. “Why don’t you sit down? You’re exhausted.”
“What’s going to happen now?” I asked the officers once Lars was comfortable. “How long until you haul him in?”
“Again, we are doing everything possible to locate him and bring him in. We have your statements and will create a report. Because Mr. Johansson has outstanding charges in his country, he will likely be deported and placed into the custody of the Swedish police.”
“What if he runs again?” Lars worried.
“This time, he won’t be given bail.”
“But what if he is?” He pressed.
He shouldn’t have to live in fear.
“He won’t be able to get back into the United States.” I assured him while staring at the uniforms. “Right?”
“That’s correct.” The good officer agreed. “With his crimes, he will be barred from reentry.”
“How soon can you get him on a plane?” As much as I wanted to do this man more bodily harm, I wanted him away from Lars more.
I wanted Lars to feel the safety he clearly needed above everything else.
“We’re working on it.”
“I don’t like that answer.” Max pushed back.
“It’s the best we can give right now,” the bad cop snapped.
Good cop tried to placate the room. “The second he’s arrested, he’s going right into a cell, and then as soon as it’s arranged, he’ll be on a flight back to his country.”
With nothing else to discuss, the officers left.
Lars melted into the bed and held out his hand. I went to his side immediately, heart squeezing.
“We’re gonna go see if you guys can be released,” Wes said, grabbing Max’s hand and tugging him from the room.
When they were gone, Rush straightened. “I’m not a fan of threesomes, so I’ll go.” His footsteps stuttered. “Well,I am. Just not with two dudes.”
“Thanks for everything, Rush,” Lars told him.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he said, voice sober, a hint of something haunted there. “I’m sorry I let him in the room. I should have said something this morning when you got up. I should have done something.”
Lars sat up from the mattress. “This isn’t your fault, Rush. I didn’t tell anyone. And you did do something. You talked to Win.”
Rush blew out a breath. “Yeah. Well, I’m glad you’re okay. Mostly.”
“Thanks,” Lars echoed.
“When you feel better, we’ll hang out.”
