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Chief Warman scribbled in his notebook. “Then what happened?”
“He broke down the door. Kicked it in like it was nothing. And then he...”
I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s okay,” I whispered, even though we both knew it was anything but. “You’re safe now.”
Heather blinked back tears. “He hit me,” she said. “Hard. I blacked out for a minute, and when I came to, he’d tied me up. He was just sitting there, waiting for you to come back.”
I felt like I was going to be sick. The thought of George putting his hands on my sister, of him hurting her like he’d hurt me so many times before... it was too much to bear.
Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”
“Stop,” Heather said firmly, her grip on my hand tightening.
Chief Warman cleared his throat again, drawing our attention back to him. “I know this is difficult, but I need toknow everything that happened. Every detail, no matter how small.”
Heather took a deep breath, then continued her story. As she spoke, I couldn’t help but marvel at her strength, at the way she refused to let George break her.
Chief Warman turned to me, his expression sympathetic yet professional. “I understand this is a lot to process. You’ve already done so much by obtaining the restraining order. His decision to breach it only strengthens our case and gives us more leverage to add to the warrant. If you’re up to it, I’d like to take your statement now. It would be helpful to have the details while they’re still fresh in your memory.”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. The thought of reliving those moments, of putting into words the terror I’d felt... but then I looked at Heather, at the bruises on her face, and my resolve strengthened even more.
“Yes,” I said. “I’ll tell you everything.”
And so I did. I told him about arriving at Heather’s house. George’s threats towards my sister. How he’d forced Ro into the car and then attempted to do the same with me. Noah’s arrival, the sound of the gun going off. My horror at realizing he’d been shot. Watching as George drove off with Ro, the car chase through the streets, and Noah’s confrontation with him. My voice broke with emotion as I remembered watching George standing over an already wounded Noah, the gun aimed at Noah’s head. I forced the words out, knowing the more specific and thorough they were, the more Chief Warman could use them against George.
As I spoke, Chief Warman took notes, his pen scratching against the paper. Heather never let go of my hand, her touch a silent reminder that I wasn’t alone.
When I finished, it was as if all the energy had been sucked out of me. But there was also a sense of relief. I’d taken another step toward reclaiming my life.
I noticed the weariness on Heather’s face, and she winced slightly as if fighting off a headache. The events of the night had taken their toll on her, and it pained me to see my vibrant sister so drained.
“Chief Warman,” I said softly. “Can we leave the rest until tomorrow? Heather looks exhausted, and I think she could use some rest.”
Heather’s grip on my hand tightened. “No. I want to get this over with. I just want to go home and forget about this whole fucking night.”
As Warman assessed my sister, his eyes showed a clear sense of concern. “I don’t have any additional questions for now. Is there anything else you think I should know? Either of you?”
Heather managed a weak smile. “George... he’s not right in the head. I could smell it on him, on his wolf. Something’s wrong. Something’s broken inside him. He’s sick, but he’s also dangerous. He’s got nothing to lose. He’s more dangerous than ever before.” She paused, seeming to gather her courage before continuing. “Look, I may not have specialized in psychology, but I spent some time doing my rotation there. I truly believe that if he gets his hands on Zoey again, he’ll kill her. He sees her as a possession, as something that belongs to him. And if he can’t have her...”
Heather let the implication hang in the air. The unspoken threat sent chills down my spine. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stave off the tremors.
“What about Roland?” Warman asked. “Do you think he poses a danger to the boy as well?”
Heather shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. I don’t think George cares about Ro at all, not really. He’s just a means to anend, a way to control Zoey. But if he thought hurting Ro would keep her in line...”
I couldn’t hold back the sob that tore from my throat. The thought of my precious child being used as a pawn in George’s sick games terrified me. I buried my face in my hands, my shoulders shaking with the force of my tears.
“Hey, hey...” Heather tugged me closer to the bed and wrapped her arms around me. “We won’t let that happen, okay? We’ll keep you both safe, I promise.”
But I heard the uncertainty in her voice, the fear that lurked beneath the surface. Because we both knew the terrible truth.
Nobody leaves George James. Not unless he says so.
Chief Warman closed his notebook with a snap and tucked it into his pocket. “I think we have enough for now,” he said. “Zoey, I’ll need to talk to Roland, but I’ll wait until morning. The kid’s been through enough tonight. I strongly suggest you call your attorney and let her know what’s happened. She’ll want to be in the loop.”
I swiped at my tear-stained cheeks. “I will. Thank you.”
Warman’s eyes met mine, his gaze serious. “We’re working on getting a warrant for George’s arrest. The DA is pushing it through as we speak. We’ve got him on breaking the protection order, holding your sister hostage, assault, attempted kidnapping of you and your son, and shooting Mr. Alexander. He’s in a world of trouble.”
