Page 39 of Knot a Tie
“Richard St. Stevens? We need to talk. Get in.”
I gulp and try to run, but two guys who are way bigger than me are blocking my way. I have no idea where they came from, but they weren’t there a minute ago
Or were they?
My brain is fuzzy and I’m tired.
I don’t even try to fight as they usher me up to the open door and practically shove me in as the occupant slides over the back seat to the other side.
ChapterTwenty-Two
James
It is still fairly early, but I intend to get back over to Mayfair before Richard has a chance to make an escape. I know he will try, but hopefully he was too drugged up last night and stayed where he was. I’m frustrated with myself for leaving him there, but he just makes me so mad and there are so many issues I can’t get over. Seeing his face again, didn’t lessen that in the slightest, only aggravated it.
But I’ve searched and searched and finally found him. I’m not letting him go again. I will drag him back here by his knot if I have to.
Sneaking out nice and early without Spencer, I make it to the bottom of the stairs and then there is a loud knock on the front door.
Grimacing at it, I cross over quickly, knowing who it is already from the official sounding rap.
Opening the door, I discover I’m not wrong.
“James St. Stevens?” The Police Constable gives me a thorough once-over.
“Yes, what can I do for you?” I try to surreptitiously peer around the two of them to see if the loose alphas are still outside.
“We are investigating an incident that happened over in Southall yesterday afternoon. Can you confirm your whereabouts?”
I pin his gaze with my own, letting him know that he has just made a big fuck-up. “I beg your pardon?” I spit out. “Do you know who I am?”
The gaze wobbles slightly, but he doesn’t back down. “I do, but I still need you to confirm your whereabouts yesterday afternoon.”
“Humph,” I mutter. “I was on some family business.Personalfamily business.”
I know I’m being overly ornery with the PC, but he is standing between me and getting my brother back. Also, I still can’t see if the cars have gone yet. They were still there last night.
“Did this family business have anything to do with Richard St. Stevens? He was spotted at the scene of a crime yesterday.”
I blink once, taking that in. I understand that he has offered up that information out of respect for me and my position in Parliament, but he is still pissing me off.
“No,” I lie. “Can you tell me what you want with my brother?”
“We would like to talk to him in connection with Mick Savoy. We believe he may try to make contact with you. We’d appreciate it if you could let us know if he does.”
“Will do,” I say, crossing my arms.
He glances over his shoulder before his steely gaze lasers into mine again. “Did you know that some of your neighbours called in an incident last night?”
I shake my head.
“There were some unsavoury characters parked up outside. We moved them on about eleven o’clock last night. If they come back, please do let us know. Your safety is paramount, of course.”
I uncross my arms and give them a tight smile. “Of course.”
Bobbing their heads briefly, they back down the steps that lead to the front door. I watch as they get into their car and drive off, making sure that the street is clear of dodgy looking cars. It is. Even the stolen Escort has vanished, probably by one of the alphas who were staking out the house.
I close the door with a heavy sigh. If the police are looking for Richard, things just got a lot more complicated. Although, I’m not surprised with the amount of dust that was kicked up yesterday at that house. Half of me is very wary about who ratted him out. Why him? Was it one of Mick’s crew? Or Mick even? Probably.
