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I let out a laugh, shaking my head a little as I say, “Yeah, we did. I’m just annoyed the fucking morning has been ruined.”
“Nah, it hasn’t been ruined,” Simon chimes in. “I’ll go down to the station and chat with them, no biggie. Could be fun actually,” he says, giving us a wink. “Although if they fuck with my cameras…”
“They won’t,” I tell him. “And I’m calling my lawyer before we go, just to check.”
Simon waves a hand at me. “It’s fine, seriously. You guys don’t need to come. Stay and, I don’t know, do whatever it is you guys do in the morning or whatever,” he says with a smirk. I roll my eyes at him as he continues, “Just lend me one of your cars and point me in the right direction?”
I shake my head. “Nope, we’re all going. End of story. But first, I need a coffee and a shower. That fucker can wait till I’ve woken up before expecting to see us at the station.”
After we’ve all showered and had some coffee, I grab my keys, walking to the garage just as a notification from Eric comes through about the food delivery.
“I was going to make you breakfast,” Zoey explains as Eric brings the food to the door.
I can’t resist smiling as I tease her with, “You were?”
She smirks, slapping me on the arm. “I can stay and make it now if you want?”
Laughing, I sling my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. “No, come with us. I’ll help you make breakfast when we get back.”
She pinches my side now as she smiles up at me. “Are you saying that because you want me with you or because you’re worried about me making breakfast?”
Simon chuckles behind us as I grin at her. “Ummm, the first one?” I say.
Zoey pinches me again, harder this time as she mumbles, “You shithead.”
We spend a couple of hours at the station and to no one’s surprise, the detective finds absolutely nothing on my brother or on his cameras. Fuck knows what they thought they would find, but when he eventually walks out of the interview room, camera bags in hand, it’s with a grin as he says, “Didn’t even get a cavity search. Feels like I missed out on something there.”
“You idiot,” I say, shaking my head at him as we stand from the uncomfortable chairs we’ve been waiting in. “You good?”
“Yeah,” Simon replies. “It’s fine. Just asking about my whereabouts these past few weeks and I guess looking through my memory cards and shit. There was nothing there of course, because I had nothing to do with this. Wasn’t even in the country when Zoey got abducted.”
“I know,” I tell him. “We both do. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“Meh, all good. But I am starving, so can we do that breakfast now?” he asks, grinning at Zoey.
The rest of the week passes by without incident. There are no more photos or threats, no more phone calls to Zoey. It’s just like Detective Simmons said, everything goes in cycles. I’m sure it’s deliberate, designed to fuck with us by lulling us into a false sense of security that it’s all over, before they strike again. But it’s starting to get really old, really fast and my level of frustration is at an all time high.
The only good thing about this past week has been Zoey’s family getting to know my brother as well as Brandon and Tracy. We invited her parents and Max over during the week for a dinner that was good fun, even with this whole awkwardness of those naked photos still hanging over us.
“Alright, who needs a pre-wedding drink?” Simon shouts from the kitchen.
I hear Zoey laugh from the bathroom before she pokes her head out. “Remind him the car is coming in twenty minutes,” she says.
I walk over to where she stands in the doorway. I’m dressed in the suit Brandon and I picked out a week or so ago. “Thank god,” I say, kissing her bare shoulder, as I hook a finger into the front of the towel she has wrapped around her. “I do not need to be propping a drunk groom or groomsman up during this ceremony.”
Zoey smiles. “Go keep him under control,” she says, waving me away. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
“Hmm,” I murmur, tugging her closer, the towel loosening a little. “Or I could stay here and watch you get ready.”
She cocks a brow at me, smirking. “Oh really, and what do you think the chances of you just watching are?” she says, air quoting the word watching.
Chuckling, I lean in and kiss her lips this time. “What can I say, baby, I find it next to impossible to keep my hands off you.”
She smiles against my mouth. “Go,” she murmurs, easing me back.
I let out a mock huff of frustration before leaving her to finish getting ready. Grabbing my jacket off the bed, I walk down the hall to the kitchen where both Brandon and my brother stand, also dressed in their suits, three whiskey glasses lined up on the counter in front of them.
“Drink?” Simon asks, holding the bottle up.
