“Isn’t it a crime to shake her down for money and use the kid he doesn’t give a shit about as leverage?”
“I’d need more information to determine that.”
“Please make sure you’re asking the right questions and not just assuming that she attacked him out of nowhere.”
Cresley buckled her son into his booster seat in the back of her SUV and got into the passenger seat.
“We’ll follow you to the station.”
“No games.”
“Understood.”
Carson used his key fob to lock his own car and got into the driver’s seat of Cresley’s Lexus SUV, nearly crushing his knees on the dashboard before he adjusted the seat to his height.Then he navigated a U-turn into traffic to follow the officer to the Hollywood Community Police Station on North Wilcox Avenue.
“Ty, this is Mr.Remington.He’s going to hang out with you for a bit while I take care of some business, okay?”
Carson glanced in the mirror at the child, who was the mirror image of his mother.Lucky kid.“You can call me Carson, buddy.”
“Why are we following the policeman?”
“Mommy has to answer some questions for him, but it’s nothing to worry about, okay?”
Carson looked up in time to see the little guy’s chin quiver and his eyes fill with tears.
“I’m scared, Mommy.”
“Nothing to be scared about, love.I promise.”
When her voice broke on that last word, he reached over to cover her cold, trembling hand with his and noticed her right hand was bleeding.“You got a tissue or anything for that?”
She looked down and gasped at the sight of her bloody knuckles.
Carson withdrew his hand so she could root around in the glove box for a napkin, which she used to clean up the blood.
When they pulled into the parking lot at the station, Carson kept the car running as he handed her his business card.“I’ll call Julian right away.Hit me up when you’re done here, and I’ll pick you up.”
She looked at him.“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“I won’t be long, Ty.Be good for Mr.Carson.”
“Want to get some ice cream?”Carson asked the boy.
“Sure,” Ty said as he watched his mom get out of the car and go inside with the officer.“Is she okay?”
“She’s fine.By the time we get some ice cream, she should be done with her meeting.”
He texted Julian so Ty wouldn’t overhear.911—Cresley is in custody in West Hollywood for punching Beckett outside the son’s school.Can you get over there right away?
Julian replied a minute later.On it.She actually punched him?
Confirm.He’d been following her all day and should be the one charged.I’ve got her son, taking him for ice cream.Let me know when she’s released.
You’ve got her son?!
That’s what I said.Get her out of there!
