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“I don’t know.” She glanced behind her at the door, trying to keep an innocent expression.
Glenn stomped his way to the door, dragging Anya behind her.
“Who is it?” he called out. He leaned forward and used the peephole.
“Las Vegas Police Department. There were complaints of shouting,” the voice on the other side of the door responded.
Glenn glanced over his shoulder at her with a scowl. He rotated back to the door. “Everything’s fine here.”
“Open the door,” the voice commanded.
Anya swallowed hard. She hoped the cops didn’t give up and go away.
“I assure you, we’re good,” Glenn responded. His hand squeezed her wrist, and she bit back a cry.
“If you don’t open the door, we will be forced to break it down.”
Glenn ran a hand along his face. He spun back to her and released her hand. He put a finger to his lips, signaling for her not to say a word.
He unlocked the door and opened it.
“Good evening, Officers,” he said. Even behind him, she knew he’d turn on his infamous act.
Anya took the time to glance down at her phone and exited the silent call. She slid it into her back jean pocket and folded her arms in front of her chest.
“I’m Officer Cain, and this is Officer Jenkins. Can you step out into the hallway, please, sir?”
The two cops were dressed in their uniforms and were tall and fit. There would be no intimidation from Glenn should he get nasty with them.
“I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m just visiting my girlfriend—”
“Please, sir. Hallway,” Officer Jenkins commanded, motioning with his hand. The tired, weathered look on his face gave away that he wasn’t up for anyone’s shit today.
Glenn proceeded outside the apartment. “What can I help you with, Officer?”
The one named Officer Cain entered the apartment with kind eyes and a gentle smile. “Ma’am, is everything okay?”
“Of course everything is okay,” Glenn answered.
“I just need to speak with her for a moment.” Cain gently closed the door in Glenn’s face. He turned back to Anya. “We’re going to chat in here while my partner speaks with him. Are you okay?”
“I am. Thank you for coming so quick.” She rubbed her wrist, trying to soothe the pain.
“Can I get your name, please?” he asked, pulling out a note pad. He glanced down at her arm.
She immediately stopped what she was doing and released herself.
“Anya Graham.”
“Ms. Graham, why did you call the police?” he asked.
She leaned against the wall, too tired to even be embarrassed.
“Glenn is my ex-boyfriend. I just moved back to Las Vegas to get away from him.” Her lower lip trembled. She snagged it with her teeth to stop the motion.
Be strong, Anya.
“Where is he from?”
