Chapter Twenty-One on TWCS
I was so fucking nervous. My mother, the woman who carried
me for nine months, was threatening me, my family and my career. All for five
fucking million dollars. Fucking evil bitch.
Detective Sanchez and Seth were meeting with us today, four
days after we received the letter, to discuss the letter my mother sent. A
squad car picked it up after we called it in, to scan for prints and any other
trace evidence. Edward took a picture of it and copied it to our computer. He
was livid. And that’s putting it mildly. He was ready to contact Renee, using
the throw away phone I purchased to tell her that she was not getting her money and that she should rot in the deepest pits
of hell for even threatening us.
I stopped him from doing that. I wanted to put my mother
away for a long time and his ire would add fuel to the fire.
Alice picked up the children, keeping them at her place
while we met with Detective Sanchez and Seth to discuss a plan of action. I was
pacing in the family room, nervous, pissed off and ready for all of this shit
to be done. Edward was researching bodyguards on his computer.
I personally think that’s ludicrous, but he was still
determined to check them out.
The doorbell rang and I let out a startled yelp. Edward got
up from his spot on the couch, wrapping his arms around me. “It’s okay,
beautiful girl,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “Your mom probably wouldn’t
ring the doorbell.”
“Ass,” I smirked, pinching his side. He smacked my ass
lightly and walked to the door, opening it up to find Detective Sanchez and
Seth standing on our doorstep. “Come in, please.” Seth walked in first, hugging
me tightly. He was the attorney who represented me with my divorce from Mike.
He was also our go-to for any legal issues since we couldn’t use Jasper; he was
family and it was a conflict of interest. Detective Sanchez was the lead
detective on Mike’s stalking of me. We trusted him.
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