Page 74 of Mercy (The Sins Trilogy 3)
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ivy
The police come pretty quickly, but I’m still in a daze. How can anybody just sweep past the concierge and do this? My mind is playing the most ridiculous scenarios—like maybe the burglar dropped down from a helicopter, like what Tom Cruise does in the Mission: Impossible movies.
Except who’d go that far to rob Tony?
The police are professional—taking photos, getting fingerprints and so on. They ask me questions—mainly about who I think could’ve done this, if I have a stalker or enemies and so on. It’s frustrating to tell them I don’t know. I mention the attempt on my life on Saturday and the mugging today, but I’m too distracted and upset to be entirely coherent. I wish I could text Yuna and see if she’s all right, but I don’t have my phone. I’m angry and resentful that this is Tony’s and my home—our haven—but now someone’s violated it, making it feel unsafe.
Tony finishes speaking with an officer and comes over.
“Are you all right?” he asks. “Do you need anything?”
Yeah—for whoever who did this to be locked up forever.But that isn’t happening. “Can I borrow your phone? I want to get in touch with Yuna. Just to make sure she’s all right.” She’s probably fine. TJ looks—and from what I’ve heard, fights—like a warlord, but I need to be certain.
Tony nods, unlocks his phone and hands it to me. “Here’s her number.”
“Thanks.”
I text her, Where are you? Are you okay?
A few minutes later, she responds, Shopping. Almost done. I’m fine. Why? What happened? Is Ivy okay?
What? I realize she thinks I’m Tony. This is Ivy. I’m fine. Our place just got robbed. I stare at the last sentence. Staring at it makes it feel that much more real. My fingers shake. I hit send.
The phone rings. I answer it.
“Holy mother of God! Are you okay? Did they see you? Are you injured? Shouldn’t you go to the hospital and get MRIs?” The questions rush out.
“They were gone by the time Tony and I got home. The police are here.”
“I’m coming right now. Do you need to me to get you anything?”
“No. I’m… I don’t know what’s missing.” I’m sure the burglars took things. They didn’t break in to leave empty-handed. All I can do is pray is that they didn’t take anything irreplaceable.
“Okay. Coming now. Don’t go anywhere!”
She hangs up. I hand the phone back to Tony. “Yuna’s coming right now.”
He puts a comforting arm around my shoulders, and I lean into him, grateful for the support.
We wait for a while, sitting on the arm of one of the couches while the police work. Finally, one of the officers comes to us. “It’s all done now, Mr. Blackwood.”
“Thank you, Officer…Kelly.” Tony reads the name off the officer’s chest.
“You’ll want to report the break-in to your insurance, along with whatever’s missing,” he says.
“Of course.”
“And let us know too. We’ll get them if they try to pawn anything.”
“Thank you,” Tony says.
When the officers are gone, I stand and look around. Everything’s been upended. I can’t really tell what—if anything—is missing. Some of the plates and mugs are broken in the kitchen. I spot a piece of Tony’s favorite black mug on the floor. The sight makes my eyes tear up.
Which is absurd. And unhelpful. I’m not the only one upset. And crying over broken mugs and plates won’t fix anything. “We should clean up,” I say, trying to hide my embarrassment and upset behind a brisk mask.
“We don’t have to do that right now,” Tony says. “I can have a team come in to throw out everything that’s broken and replace it.”
