Page 22 of Stanton Unconditional

“Come in,” Cameron yells.

Ben sticks his head through the door. “Josh, there are two policemen here to see you.”

Josh’s eyes flick straight to me. I frown.

“Give me a minute,” he replies. He turns to me, “Go and get the coffee, Presh. I will be about twenty minutes. Call your mum or the girls.”

I smile and nod as I leave the room. He is trying to get rid of me. What in the hell is this about? Two policemen are waiting outside. Ben, along with Joshua’s other two bodyguards, all enter the room after the police. I frown. That’s weird, why do the bodyguards have to hear what is said. Actually, what is being said?

I turn to Max, “What’s going on?”

“Let’s go for a walk, honey,” he sighs.

One thing that I am becoming increasingly aware of is that Max only calls me honey when he feels pity for me.

Joshua

“This is Constable Mathews and Detective Stevens,” Ben introduces the two policemen.

I shake both of their hands and stay silent as I wait for them to speak.

“Mr. Stanton, we have found your car.”

Relief fills me. “Oh good. Is it a write off?” I reply.

The detective frowns at me. “It seems we have bigger problems than your car being stolen.”

I frown, “What does that mean? Where was my car?”

Ben and the officer trade glances. “Your car was found parked in the parking garage of your offices.”

I frown. “But why?”

“We think that Friday night was not just a random car robbery. We think it was supposed to be a premeditated hit.”

“Hit?” Cameron interjects. “Why do you think that?”

“Because your Aston Martin is worth $220,000 and it was returned without a scratch.”

I drop to sit on the bed as the information sinks in. “That’s ridiculous,” spits Cameron. “Who in the hell would order a hit on Joshua?”

My eyes flick over to Ben. “Ben, can you go and make sure Natasha is ok. She’s at the cafeteria.”

He nods and leaves the room, understanding my fear. I don’t really care if they order a hit on me. My fear is for Natasha. The only way to hurt me is to hurt her. Bile rises in my stomach.

“Let’s go through Friday night’s events again,” the detective says.

I blow out a breath and nod. “I was at Willowvale and I decided to leave.”

“What time was that?” he asks as he scribbles down some notes.

I shrug, “About ten.”

“Where was your security?”

“They had gone to bed and I just needed to get home.” My eyes flick to Cam and he gives me a small smile.

“Okay, what happened then?” he asks as he scribbles notes on a pad.