Page 45 of Heist

Chapter Twelve

A loud banging sound brought Austin out of a deep sleep. Noises like that weren’t unusual in New York, so she snuggled deeper under the covers and tried to go back to sleep. Her ass still smarted from Patrick’s hairbrush and her pussy was sore from their rough lovemaking, but she couldn’t help but smile at the sleeping man beside her. Being his submissive certainly had its benefits. The banging sounded again. Shit, someone was at the door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she muttered as she grabbed the long silk bathrobe she kept on the back of her door.

Patrick stirred. “What is it?” he mumbled.

“The door. I’m getting it. Go back to sleep.”

But he was already sitting up as she left the bedroom.

Peeking through the peephole, she saw two police officers.

“Good morning, officers,” she said as she pulled the door open.

“Is Patrick Sutton here?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“We’re bringing him in for formal questioning after which we’ll decide whether or not to file charges and arrest him.”

“On what possible grounds? We gave you an alibi last night.”

“Alibis aren’t full proof,” Miss Yates. You should know that. Where is he?”

“I’m right here.”

Austin turned to see Patrick standing in her living room in jeans and a t-shirt.

“Come with us please, Mr. Sutton.”

“Can we not drive ourselves?”

“You’re free to follow, Miss Yates, but Mr. Sutton is coming with us.”

“Austin, it’s fine. Get in a car and follow us. I already know the drill, I promise to keep my mouth shut.”

“Gee, Mr. Sutton. Why keep your mouth shut if you don’t have anything to hide?”

Patrick gave him a grin that didn’t reach his eyes and would have terrified a submissive at the club. “I’ll listen to my attorney and not the guy trying to lock me up if it’s all the same to you.”

Suit yourself. Come with us please.”

Austin felt sick as she watched him follow the officers out the door. She wasted little time grabbing her phone to call herself a car.

She threw on the first suit she could find. As she pulled the piece from the closet, it dawned on her that all of her clothes were clean and put away. Damn him, she thought, as she buttoned the freshly dry-cleaned blazer. Slipping into low pumps that were easy to move in, she picked up her briefcase and headed down the stairs. She told the driver which precinct she was headed to before texting Holly, Elijah, and Hunter to let them know what was going on. That might irritate Patrick, but he would have to deal with it.

In the precinct, they made her wait almost thirty minutes before they showed her to the interrogation room Patrick was sitting in. It was a common tactic.

“You OK?” she asked when she walked in.

“Have I mentioned how hot you look in your suits?”

Austin glared at him and pointed to the camera in the corner. “Now is not the time. Have they been trying to question you without me?”

“Of course they have. But I promise I’ve been a very good boy and didn’t say a word.”

Austin wanted to smack him on the back of the head but had a feeling that wouldn’t end well for her, so she gave him another scowl instead. “Let’s focus. What did they say? They clearly have reason to believe you had something to do with this, so we need to figure out why.”

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