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I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly.
Chapter Thirty
MICHAEL
That son of a bitch got lucky the police were called. Because that’s what kept him alive.
But, on the other hand, that was also his misfortune. Because he wasn’t going to get away with it so easily.
On the way to the station, I called Janet, and she rushed over to save my skin. And my reputation. And to help me with Camila, who fell asleep before we even got there and stayed asleep, even when she seemed awake enough to walk, guided by me, to a chair where she sat and passed out again.
Janet and I took turns caring for her while we handled the whole procedure.
To my relief, my lawyer managed to get the assault charge dropped, since it was clearly self-defense. The coward got so scared in front of the officer that he confessed everything.
He admitted to drugging Camila’s drink and trying to take her out of the bar. According to him, the plan was for me not to find her when I came back. He had paid someone to tell me that my fiancée had left with a guy and gone to a hotel across the street. I was supposed to catch them in the act, and even if I didn’t, there would be photos of him with Camila leaking to the press.
Hearing all the sordid details made me want to beat that bastard to death all over again.
The correct procedure would have been for Camila to undergo a toxicology test to prove she had ingested the sedative, but Janet, with her persuasive ways, managed to get that bureaucracy waived, especially since the guy had confessed everything. A man from the bar who came with us said he saw the bastard put something in Camila’s drink. Plus, a vial of the drug was found in his pocket. There was already enough evidence.
That, of course, along with Camila’s statement, which consisted of phrases like, “What’s going on?”, “I need to feed Waffle,” and “Don’t you guys think Michael has a really sexy butt?”
I seriously hoped that last one wouldn’t make it into the official report.
But the guy didn’t say everything he needed to. He claimed he acted alone, said he didn’t like me because of the news stories about me and wanted to ruin my life. But I obviously knew that was a lie. He was following someone’s orders.
Certainly Margaret and Caleb’s.
“You barely got out of this one...” Janet said to me once we were finally free to go. The bastard had been taken to a hospital and would go straight to jail from there. “You almost killed him, Michael. I get that you were furious, but if you’d been arrested for murder, you’d never see your daughter again.”
That argument hit me hard. I really had been on the verge of doing the dumbest thing of my life.
“I couldn’t control myself, Janet. He was taking Camila who-knows-where, and it was clear from her steps that she wasn’t okay.”
“Poor girl...” She looked over at Camila, curled up asleep in a chair, wrapped in my jacket. “Look at the situation you put her in.”
“The situation Margaret and Caleb put us in. We were definitely drugged that night at the company party. They tried the same method again, just with a stronger dose this time.”
“The bigger problem is proving that. If we had even a scrap of proof, you could easily win custody of Alice.”
“Do you think there’s any chance that guy might talk?”
“He was probably paid a lot to stay silent. Well, at least you dodged another bullet. Just hope no one at the bar filmed you beating the crap out of him.”
“If they did, I have the whole story to prove it was self-defense.”
“You already proved that to the police. Public opinion isn’t so easily convinced. Anyway, let’s not worry about things that haven’t happened yet. Better take the girl home—and you too. Get some rest. And I’m going to do the same. I have to tell you something, kid: your father gave me a lot of trouble. But he never dragged me out of bed in the middle of the night on a weekend to take me to a police station. I chose corporate law so I wouldn’t have to deal with this kind of situation.”
“I owe you one, Janet. Another one.”
“You bet I’ll collect. Good night. Keep me updated tomorrow.”
She could complain all she wanted, but I knew she was worried about me. Janet was kind of motherly, inher own way—which was very different from my actual mother but still comforting in its own style.
She left, and I walked over to the chair where Camila was.
Sensing my presence, she slowly opened her eyes, groggy, and looked around in confusion.
