Hunter scrutinizes it closely, then deems Agent Dawson safe, stepping aside.
Dawson pulls out a small notepad and pen, then questions, “What can you tell me about what happened here tonight?”
Savannah sighs, then tells her story for what I’m sure isn’t the first time tonight. “I was closing the shop, then the lights were flickering, and I heard noises. I went to the kitchen, and someone chased me in there. We struggled, but I eventually got away. I threw a chair through the window to set off the security alarm, and it worked. He ran off when the alarm sounded.”
Everything inside me runs hot, hearing her give a brief recount. I know it’s not the full story.
I finally get a good look at her face and what I find has me twitching. A patch of purple skin colors her cheekbone and another spot at her hairline as well.
I need to get my hands around the throat of the man who thought he could touch what isn’t his.
“Did he say anything to you?” Agent Dawson questions.
“Nothing I could understand.” Savannah’s eyes quickly glance down and to the left.
Lies.
Dawson closes his notepad, tucking it back into his pocket. “Have you been checked out by the EMT?”
Savannah shakes her head. “Not yet.”
“We’ll take care of that,” Hunter interjects.
“Here’s my card. Call me if you can think of anything.” Dawson hands over a small piece of cardstock.
“I can do that.” Savannah agrees. She blinks as she looks at Dawson’s information. “Oh! You’re Zane and Rio’s friend.”
Dawson nods his head. “Your lawyer will get in touch with you tomorrow.” Grabbing Cassidy’s shoulder, he directs them toward the café.
Savannah sways on her feet, her eyes fluttering, so Luke and I guide Savannah toward the car.
“Let’s get you home,” I whisper in her ear, and she nods, resting her head on my shoulder and trusting me to be her guide.
Savannah doesn’t protest as we place her in the back seat with Luke. With Hunter in the driver’s seat, I slide into the passenger seat.
A glance over my shoulder shows Savannah comfortably nestled into Luke’s side. Facing forward, I observe every passing car and pedestrian, examining them as a potential threat, as Hunter directs the car toward home.
A few minutes later, Savannah speaks up. “This isn’t the way to Brooklyn.”
“We know,” Hunter confirms.
“You’re not going toyourhome.” I chime in.
Savannah’s lips form a perfect O, realizing our destination.
If it were up to me, she would always remain under our roof. We gave her space to process and look what happened.
Never again.
CHAPTER 21
SAVANNAH
Hunter steers the car into a below-ground parking garage and parks in a designated space. Luke opens his door, and as he slides out, he takes me with him, lifting my weight effortlessly.
We head for a set of elevator doors, and they surround me like bodyguards. Rory stands at my back, Luke at my side, and Hunter in the front. After a palm and retinal scan, we’re inside the elevator and moving upward.
I can’t say I’ve ever been in a situation like this before. I’m not sure what to do or what’s expected. What I am sure of is that these three men wouldn’t hurt me.
