“Just a dislocated shoulder. First, there were shots, and then men were swarming, swinging batons. They took my boyfriend.”
“That’s Ishmael Lux,” he heard someone whisper.
“Any idea why someone would want to do that?” the female officer asked.
“That’s Ishmael Lux, you know, the billionaire,” the officer’s partner murmured to her more urgently.
“Oh!” she said as what he was telling her registered.
“We’re going to have to ask you to move,” the paramedics told them. “We need room to reach the patient.”
“Oh! Sorry!” she stammered, as she and her partner stepped back. Ishmael moved away with them.
“Let me look at that shoulder, “ another paramedic said, gesturing to a second ambulance now blocking the street.
“We’ll come to get your statement later, Mr Lux,” the officer said. He nodded.
He sat in the back of the ambulance seething as he watched the first scream off with Bob in the rear.
They won’t like the price tag that comes with taking what’s mine and hurting my family. Don’t worry, my sweetling, I’m coming for you. I willalwayscome for you.
