interest.
“The poster used their personal cellphone to create their latest account. Before that, it was always a hotel Wi-Fi or a wireless signal from a café or other business,” Smith says. “They got quite careless.”
“What does that mean?” I ask them, my heart racing in my chest.
“It means, we know who’s been doing this,” Connors says. “We no longer think that the threats are real or that there’s any actual intent to harm, but we will be making an arrest today.” He pauses and looks at us with sympathetic eyes. “A Miss Kiera Radcliff will be in our custody shortly.”
“What?” Drew yells, jumping to his feet. I grab his hand and try to pull him back down. He doesn’t shake me off, but he doesn’t sit either.
“Drew,” I tug harder and he looks down at me. His face is contorted into a mask of rage. I lift my eyebrows and indicate that he should sit back down. He smashes his lips together in a tight line and rejoins me on the sofa.
“You’re telling me that Kiera Radcliff, the actress, has been spending her free time the last three months posting threats about me on the internet?” I ask. “Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”
“No,” Drew snaps. “It actually sounds just like that crazy, manipulative bitch.”
“When will the arrest take place?” Sam asks from his seat across from us.
“She’s in California, so as soon as the agents can get to her residence, probably nine their time, so noon here. About an hour and a half from now,” Agent Smith says as he checks his watch.
Sam stands up and buttons his custom fitted suit coat and adjusts his cufflinks. “Gentleman, I’ll come back to your office with you to work out the details.”
“We really need to know about the CelebCast incident,” Smith says.
“I think you have enough information to prosecute Miss Radcliff, you don’t need anything else,” Sam replies firmly.
“We want to tie her to the eavesdropping case,” Connors insists. “We just need more information…”
Sam cuts him off. “Take her into custody and see what you can get from her first, then we’ll see about further interviews with my clients.” He gestures towards the staircase to follow the men out. “I’ll be in touch Drew,” he says, shaking hands with my enraged fiancé.
“Thanks Sam.”
“Yes, thanks for being here,” I tell him, giving him a hug.
“Evan, Steve, let the men out please,” Drew says.
They leave and we’re alone in the brownstone. Drew walks over to the windows, a cloud of fury surrounding him like a thick fog. After trying to talk to him about the Adam disaster the other night, I know better than to say something to him when he’s this pissed.
I see his fists clenching at his side, itching for something to strike. I jump up and go to him, taking one of his hands in mine. “Hey,” Bumping his hip with mine playfully, I try distraction. “Let’s go for a run.”
Drew looks down at me and hi s hardened features soften some. “We were physically assaulted on the sidewalk last night, we just found out Kiera has been cyber stalking you, we can’t go anywhere without paparazzi chasing us, and you want to go for a run?” He strokes my cheek gently, running his hand over the bruise and scowls.
“Yep,” I say confidently. “Our guys will just have to try and keep up.”
A reluctant smile gets through his rigid exterior and he shakes his head in disbelief. “Only one question remains then,” he says in a teasing tone.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Wigs or no wigs?”
When we realize that it’s already over ninety degrees out, we ditch the idea to go running and decide to head over to Drew’s gym instead. He says that he’ll teach me some useful moves in the cage to ward off all of the ‘fucking perverts’.
I roll my eyes at him, but he insists that it’s always good to be able to protect myself, even if it’s just the ability to knock a full grown man on his ass so I can get away.
“The poster used their personal cellphone to create their latest account. Before that, it was always a hotel Wi-Fi or a wireless signal from a café or other business,” Smith says. “They got quite careless.”
“What does that mean?” I ask them, my heart racing in my chest.
“It means, we know who’s been doing this,” Connors says. “We no longer think that the threats are real or that there’s any actual intent to harm, but we will be making an arrest today.” He pauses and looks at us with sympathetic eyes. “A Miss Kiera Radcliff will be in our custody shortly.”
“What?” Drew yells, jumping to his feet. I grab his hand and try to pull him back down. He doesn’t shake me off, but he doesn’t sit either.
“Drew,” I tug harder and he looks down at me. His face is contorted into a mask of rage. I lift my eyebrows and indicate that he should sit back down. He smashes his lips together in a tight line and rejoins me on the sofa.
“You’re telling me that Kiera Radcliff, the actress, has been spending her free time the last three months posting threats about me on the internet?” I ask. “Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”
“No,” Drew snaps. “It actually sounds just like that crazy, manipulative bitch.”
“When will the arrest take place?” Sam asks from his seat across from us.
“She’s in California, so as soon as the agents can get to her residence, probably nine their time, so noon here. About an hour and a half from now,” Agent Smith says as he checks his watch.
Sam stands up and buttons his custom fitted suit coat and adjusts his cufflinks. “Gentleman, I’ll come back to your office with you to work out the details.”
“We really need to know about the CelebCast incident,” Smith says.
“I think you have enough information to prosecute Miss Radcliff, you don’t need anything else,” Sam replies firmly.
“We want to tie her to the eavesdropping case,” Connors insists. “We just need more information…”
Sam cuts him off. “Take her into custody and see what you can get from her first, then we’ll see about further interviews with my clients.” He gestures towards the staircase to follow the men out. “I’ll be in touch Drew,” he says, shaking hands with my enraged fiancé.
“Thanks Sam.”
“Yes, thanks for being here,” I tell him, giving him a hug.
“Evan, Steve, let the men out please,” Drew says.
They leave and we’re alone in the brownstone. Drew walks over to the windows, a cloud of fury surrounding him like a thick fog. After trying to talk to him about the Adam disaster the other night, I know better than to say something to him when he’s this pissed.
I see his fists clenching at his side, itching for something to strike. I jump up and go to him, taking one of his hands in mine. “Hey,” Bumping his hip with mine playfully, I try distraction. “Let’s go for a run.”
Drew looks down at me and hi s hardened features soften some. “We were physically assaulted on the sidewalk last night, we just found out Kiera has been cyber stalking you, we can’t go anywhere without paparazzi chasing us, and you want to go for a run?” He strokes my cheek gently, running his hand over the bruise and scowls.
“Yep,” I say confidently. “Our guys will just have to try and keep up.”
A reluctant smile gets through his rigid exterior and he shakes his head in disbelief. “Only one question remains then,” he says in a teasing tone.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Wigs or no wigs?”
When we realize that it’s already over ninety degrees out, we ditch the idea to go running and decide to head over to Drew’s gym instead. He says that he’ll teach me some useful moves in the cage to ward off all of the ‘fucking perverts’.
I roll my eyes at him, but he insists that it’s always good to be able to protect myself, even if it’s just the ability to knock a full grown man on his ass so I can get away.
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