“Iris!” I yelled as he pushed me back again. “She’s my wife and she was with Beau in their apartment, that was just?—”
“Nash!” I heard her yell.
“Please let me see my wife,” I pleaded, trying to figure out what else to do that didn’t end up with me in jail.
“Dude, just get back to your?—”
“Nash Yarbrough?” Another officer came up to me.
“Yes, please, that’s my wife,” I said, wondering if getting on my knees and begging would work.
“Let him through,” he said.
I pushed my way past them, running to Iris, who was arguing with the paramedics.
“Petal,” I said, finally reaching her as she ran into my arms.
“Nash,” she cried, as I held her.
“He’s still up there, but they aren’t telling me anything,” she cried into my chest, mumbling more things I couldn’t understand.
“Sir, we still need to check on your wife,” a paramedic came close to us. “She was hit pretty hard on the head and?—”
I nodded.
“Hey, Petal,” I said, pulling away inspecting the piece of gauze she held to her head. “Let them finish checking you out.”
“No, I want to know what’s going on,” she cried. “I don’t need to be checked out.”
“The doorman found her unconscious with her hands tied behind her back in a storage room,” the paramedic said.
“What?! Iris.”
“Don’t Iris me,” she snapped, wincing. “Beau is still inside with that psycho.”
“What psycho?”
“He has a stalker, Nash,” she cried. “The entire time he was in Sterling Ridge he was running away from a stalker.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” My stomach dropped like I was on a roller coaster.
“No, the person who broke into his apartment was his stalker,” she growled. “He told me about it on the way up and I knew we should have left right away, but he said he had to see. I’m an idiot for not dragging him out of there.”
A few tears fell down her cheeks as we stared at each other.
“It’s not your fault, Iris,” I said, hugging her again, trying to be gentler. “Will you let them check on you while I find out some information?”
Iris cried, holding onto me tightly while I sent a thanks to whoever was looking out for her. I wouldn’t feel better until I found out about Beau.
“Please, let them help you,” I said, cupping her face.
“Fine, but if you don’t find out anything, I swear I will go in there and?—”
“Ok, noted,” I said, not doubting her threat.
I kissed her nose again, leading her to the paramedics. They continued their assessment of her as I watched for a moment before leaving to find someone who could tell me something about Beau. There was a group of policemen that looked to be my best bet.
“Excuse me,” I said, catching their attention. “Do we know anything about the situation?”
