Page 85 of Forbidden Billionaire Protector

“What?”

“He prefers to be called Castor,” Lily says.

“Alright…” the detective moves his head from left to right, looking at Lily curiously. “When did Castor approach you?”

“Right after our set in the show,” she says, “I had just stepped offstage, and he came to me saying that he needed to take me to Brody.”

“Got it,” Daniels says. “And—”

“Excuse me, Detective, but do you happen to know how the hell he infiltrated among my personnel?” I ask, bothered.

“That we’re yet to know precisely, but we do know it was a duplicate from another one of your employees. What we have found out so far is that the actual employee reported it missing a few days ago and was given another.”

I curse under my breath and make a mental note to investigate that and make sure any lost IDs are investigated fully.

He continues, “Now let’s get back to Ms. Rockwell.”

“Of course,” and I retreat to the background and listen.

“At what time was that?” Daniels asks her.

Lily takes a second to answer, counting on her fingers to then reply “We entered at 8:30, played for around one hour…”

“So 9:30?” he asks.

“Yeah, that’s the time Sweets’ show starts,” she says.

“And was anyone accompanying Castor when he approached you?”

“No, he came alone.”

“Good.”

He keeps on asking Lily questions about her night. I don’t meddle, just watch and listen.

She braves through it like a champ, without faltering for a single moment, and, in the end, I’m incredible proud of her.

“We’re done here, Ms. Rockwell,” Daniels announces, and then, after shuffling his papers, addresses me, “now I assume you’re Brody Garrison, the bodyguard?”

“Oh, he’s more than that,” Lily says, holding onto my hand.

Daniels smiles politely, “Would you like to stay here while he gives his statement, Ms. Rockwell?”

And she nods her head emphatically, “I’ll do for Brody what he did for me.”

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, Lily,” I tell her in a low voice. “I’ll be fine.”

“No,” she squeezes my hand even tighter. “I’ll stay.”

She is still holding my hand when I look to detective Daniels and nod, signaling we can start. He begins typing on his laptop, and soon directs me to the first question. “Where were you at the time the abduction happened, Mr. Garrison?”

“I was outside, solving a problem with the man I believed then to be Castor Horowitz,” I say.

“But it wasn’t Castor?” Daniels asks.

“No, as Lily said, it was his twin brother. I’m still confused about it, but now I know for a fact that they were two different men.”

“And when did you realize Ms. Rockwell had been abducted?”

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