“Call Rusty,” Colt said, following instructions to lower his hands behind his back. “He’ll sort it out.” He allowed himself to be handcuffed and led down the stairs.
Natalie followed, her back still sore from where she’d landed against the table. The officers lowered Colt into the back of one of the police cars.
Gavin fought the other officer, spitting and cursing as he was forced to duck his head under the door.
One of the officers approached Natalie with a notepad, asking for details on what had transpired.
“He’s my ex,” Natalie said, nodding at Gavin who screamed inside the back of the car. “He’s been threatening me. He ambushed me with a knife while I was walking my dog.”
“And that one?” The officer gestured at Colt.
“He’s my bodyguard,” Natalie said. “He protected me.”
