Page 41 of Daydreamer
My head snapped up at that statement. Tabitha was just inside the doorway now, wringing her hands in a most un-Tabitha-like gesture of discomfort.
“What?”
Tabitha bit her lip, and for some reason I felt panic crawl up my throat. Why was she looking so hesitant and worried? Was Lucy okay? I shot out of my seat.
“What’s going on?”
Tabitha glanced out of the office and when she looked back at me, I noticed her face was very pale. “They’re questioning Will.”
I frowned. “Why would they be questioning Will? Shit, Itoldhim that I didn’t want to report Lucy.”
Tabitha shook her head in short jerks, her face, if anything, paler still. “No, no, you don’t understand.”
“What don’t I understand?”
“They’re herefor Will.”
“What?”
“Mr Moretti?” A uniformed officer was at the door to the office now behind Tabitha, who moved aside to let him pass. “Can I have a word?”
“I–I, yes, of course, officer.” My mind was racing now. HereforWill? What did that even mean? “Tabitha, I’ll see you in?—”
“It would be helpful if Ms Montgomery stayed, actually,” the officer said, and Tabitha sank down into the office chair which Lucy had sat in yesterday, making my stomach drop even further. “I’m Constable Mitchell. Grant.”
“Right, er… okay. Grant, what’s this about?”
“Mr Brent has been arrested for assault.”
I blinked and felt my throat tighten. “What?” I forced out.
“Assault,” the helpful Grant repeated. “An incident which happened here yesterday involving a former employee, a…” Grant broke off to check his notepad, and I had to hold back the urge to leap over the desk and shake him, “… a Miss Lucy Mayweather.”
“What?” I shouted, adrenaline surging through my body as Grant’s words started to sink in. “Where is she?” I strode around the desk, heading to the door. My only thought was to find Lucy and make sure she was okay.
“Mr Moretti,” Grant had blocked my exit. “Calm down. I need to get your statement about today’s events.”
“Where’s Lucy?” I said, my voice coming out as a frustrated growl. “Is she okay? Listen, I’ll talk to you after I see Lucy for myself.”
“Mr Moretti,” Tabitha said, getting up from the chair and joining Grant to try to block me. “Please, Felix. Lucy’s okay. Justpleaselisten to Constable Mitchell before you go off half-cocked.” I glanced at her pinched expression and pulled my hands through my hair in an attempt to get a hold of myself.
“Right, okay,” I ground out. “What the hell happened?” I looked between Grant and Tabitha. Tabitha looked away andcrossed her arms over her chest, her shoulders hunching in on herself. Something was really wrong here.
“I should have said something about Will,” she said in a small voice.
“What?” I asked as that dread spread out from my stomach. “What are you talking about, TBea?”
“Let’s start with establishing the facts,” Grant cut in, gesturing for me to walk back away from the door, which I did reluctantly but I did not take my seat again, preferring to stand with my arms crossed, facing Grant. “At approximately ten o’clock yesterday morning, following a meeting with HR, Miss Mayweather attempted to retrieve her belongings from her desk.”
“Retrieve her belongings? But Lucy was still working here then,” I put in, my eyebrows lowering into a frown.
“She was advised to leave the building for the week after another incident with Mr Brent which occurred the day before,” Grant said calmly, and I felt blood rush to my head, leaving my ears ringing. “Your HR manager said that Miss Mayweather had spoken to her about the incident yesterday morning.”
“What incident?” I barked out.
“Mr Brent grabbed her wrist, causing significant bruising and was verbally aggressive,” Grant said, still looking down at his notebook as he recited the facts.
“What?” I exploded, my fists bunching at my sides. Grant’s head shot up at that and he frowned at me. “He didwhat?”
