“Who the hell are you?” one of them snapped.
“My wife is friends with the tenant that had his apartment broken into,” I said calmly. “She said he mentioned he had a stalker.”
“We don’t know anything about no stalker, we?—”
“How long has he had the stalker?” Another officer interrupted the asshole officer.
“I’m assuming before he moved to Sterling Ridge a few months ago,” I said, ignoring the other officer.
“I was the officer who came after they reported the break-in,” he said, pulling out a pad. “I’m Officer Brolin. Can you tell me anything about the stalker? Does your wife know anything?”
“I just found out about the stalker, but is he up there?” I asked, looking up at the building wondering which one was Beau’s. “What’s going on?”
“We need paramedics on the twelfth floor!” A voice came through the radio.
“You heard him! Stoltz and Rylin accompany them,” the rude cop said, and they pushed me to the side as everyone was rushing into motion.
“Can anyone tell me what’s going on!?” I yelled.
“We are about to find out!” Officer Brolin yelled. “Stay with your wife and we will have answers soon!”
Officer Brolin and a few others ran into the building as I looked around to see if anyone was watching me before I raced in too. Everyone was busy, and I took off into the building. No one was paying me any attention as I grabbed an elevator going up to the twelfth floor. The moment I opened it there was so much commotion I thought I had made a mistake.
“Fuck you! He’s mine!”
“Hold him down!”
“Get him out of here!”
“He bit me!”
“Beau is mine!”
I quickly left the elevator looking through all the cops for Beau, stopping at the asshole who hurt Iris and Beau immediately. He was thrashing on the floor violently, giving the cops a hard time.
“Get your filthy hands off him. He’s fucking mine!” he yelled, looking into an open apartment.
“Get him out of here,” one officer shouted into the apartment.
“He’s mine!”
Two officers helped Beau out of the apartment, steering clear of the stalker. The moment I saw Beau, I panicked.
“What the hell?!” I rushed up to them noticing Beau’s shirt covered in blood. “Are you ok?”
“Sir, what are you doing here?”
“Nash,” Beau whispered, rushing to me. “Where is Iris? Is she ok? He took her, but he wouldn’t tell me where?—
He fell into my arms, squeezing me tightly as I tried to push him away to inspect him.
“She’s downstairs getting checked by paramedics. Are you ok?” I looked him over, touching his arms, looking at the big stain of blood.
“Sir, you can’t be up here,” an officer said, coming up to us.
“He needs medical attention,” I growled.
“It’s not mine, it’s his,” Beau said, pointing behind him. “I’m just banged up. Are you sure she’s ok?”
