Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Fuck.
“How bad is it?” I ask her.
“Sir, that’s not really for me to say. I can tell you that the intruders ran off before they could do any damage to the furniture. It looks like some of the desks were pried open and there are a bunch of papers scattered.”
“I’ll be down as soon as possible.”
After ending the call, I head upstairs to see Raina still lying on my bed. It’s exactly where I want her to be at all times. Selfish, I know.
“Baby girl, there’s been a break-in at my office.”
She sits up immediately and that worry in her eyes is one I want to wash away. “What are you going to do?”
“I need to go down there and talk to the police. Maybe Owen tried to get something out of his office and Lorenzo followed him.”
“Shit. Do you think he’s alright?”
“I want to say yes, but the truth is, I don’t know what’s going on. I hope I can get a hold of him, but until then, we need to sit tight and pay attention. I want to head into the office in case Owen left a message for me there. How good are you with guns?”
A shade of red drips down her face as her eyes look at the floor. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve learned to shoot. I don’t like them if I’m being honest.”
“That’s okay, baby girl. I don’t need you to be a cowboy or anything. I just wanted to know if you stayed here, would you be willing to use a firearm if push came to shove? Until Owen is back in federal custody and Lorenzo is no longer a threat, I don’t want you by yourself unless you’re packing heat.”
“I understand that. How long do you think you’ll be gone? I really wanted to take you up on that offer to soak in the tub.”
“Well, stay here and relax. The security system is armed, and I’ll make sure all the gates are closed. I’ll be back as soon as I can, baby girl.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
I show her the gun safe in the nightstand beside my bed, and while I doubt Lorenzo will come here looking for her or Owen, I need her to be able to defend herself. I tell her to keep her phone near her, even in the bath, so I can give her a heads up in case someone or something trips the alarms.
It’s only a ten-minute drive to the office complex where we run our law firm out of the top floor in one of the main buildings. There’s four buildings on the property in total, and I have no idea what goes on in any of them.
There are three police cars in the parking lot with officers meandering around the lobby and in front of the building. The minute I stroll up to the door, someone tells me that I’m not allowed to enter. One of the building’s security guards let the officer know that I was asked to come down, and they let me beyond the crime scene tape.
I take the elevator up to the seventh floor where a woman in a uniform and badge is standing with another security guard taking notes. She turns to me the moment I step off and holds out her hand, introducing herself. “Detective Petrov, Mr. Remington. Thanks for coming down so quickly. Follow me.”
There’s an array of cubicles set up for the paralegals, staff, and other administrative positions that help our firm run as smoothly as possible. Most of those cubicles are still in the same condition they’re always in. There are two, closest to the desk outside of my office, that have the contents from their desks and drawers scattered about.
The door to my office is wide open, which isn’t how I left it. When I walk inside, there are only a few dozen sheets of paper on my desk.
“I think that whoever broke into the office was looking for something your partner is in possession of. Having realized this wasn’t Mr. Olsen’s office, they left things mostly intact.”
I let out a sigh, staring around the room I usually spend about 60 hours a week working in. These past two days with Raina make me reevaluate how much time I spend here. I don’t want to be slaving over client documents while she’s at home washing that naked body of hers and I’m not there to lick her dry.
“Mr. Remington?” Detective Petrov calls my name to snag my attention.
“Yes?”
“Did you want to see Mr. Olsen’s office?”
I nod and she takes me next door where the desk is on its side instead of standing upright. There are gashes through the carpet like someone tore it up looking for a hidden safe, but there’s not enough space between us and the office on the floor below to have a safe in the floor.