we’d been together, and that told me I got my point across.
“Yeah,” I said with a sigh. “So anyway, probably best you stay put, and I’ll get us something to eat. I don’t mind at all.”
I went back inside and rummaged around in the kitchen to see what was there. It was mostly just junk and readymade stuff. I found a loaf of bread and the stuff for sandwiches so it would have to do. I got everything out on the counter and messed around for just a few minutes to make sure he was staying outside. Then I quietly lifted the receiver. I had no idea if she would answer since it was an unknown number, but I crossed my fingers and dialed the phone. It rang and rang. I could picture her looking at the phone trying to decide if she should send me to voicemail or answer. Finally, she picked up.
“Rebecca Coben.”
“Becca, it’s Trey. If anyone can hear you don’t let on it’s me.”
“No one can hear, I’m in my car.”
“I’m so glad you picked up. After the text messages from Mom, I wasn’t sure you even had your phone.”
“I lost it this morning and didn’t have it most of the day, which was a pain because I had a dress fitting. But Mom gave it back to me a bit ago when I got home. She said she must have picked it up by mistake this morning. What text messages?”
“Listen, Becca, I don’t have much time”—I peeked around the corner to make sure Gavin wasn’t inside—“so just let me say what I need to. Mom didn’t take your phone by accident. She used it to pretend to be you and text me to meet up. Then when I got in the car, she took me.”
“Took you,” she exclaimed. “What do you mean, took you?”
“I mean, she tossed my phone out the window, locked the doors, and took me. She rented a house up on the river near where Dad’s friend, Henry Lane, lives. It’s on the same road. Anyway, she drove me up here and told me I needed to pray about my life choices. Then she left me here.”
“She left you there by yourself?”
“No, the new guard Gavin is here.”
“Okay, tell me how to find you. I’ll be there to get you as soon as I can.”
“The house number is seventeen-thirty-five, it’s not far past Lane’s house. Do you remember where it is?”
“I do.”
“Becca, I don’t know Roman’s number, but I need you to let him know I’m okay.”
“I bet Fredrick has his number. I'll call him, and he can give Roman a message. Don’t worry, I’ll come get you.”
Roman
This was ridiculous. They had brought me in, but instead of booking me, they stuck me in one of the interview rooms. If they were going to arrest me, I wish they would get on with it so I could call someone to get me out, but this was just wasting valuable time. I had no idea how long I’d been waiting, but it was long enough for my brain to have figured out about a hundred ways Trey could be injured, and in turn, about a thousand ways I could kill the Senator if anything happened to him. The door pushed open, and Mitch Dawson walked in.
“What the fuck did you get yourself into, Roman?”
“Damn, Mitch, I’m glad to see you. I need to get out of here.” Mitch was the Chief of Police, and one of Ryan’s closest friends. If anyone could get me out of here, it was him.
He held his hands up at his side and said, “Hold on there. When Ryan called and told me they were bringing you in, I told them to put you in here until I could get here. To let me handle it. But trespassing and harassing a state Senator? I can’t just let you go.”
“You know me, Mitch, I wasn’t going to hurt the Senator.”
“I didn’t think you were, but what were you doing?”
I gave him a rundown of the situation with Trey, leaving nothing out. He chuckled. “I never figured you for getting involved with a client, Roman. Rand maybe, but not you.”
“Believe me, Rand has pointed that out. Seriously can you help me, Mitch? This stalker is escalating, and I need to get out of here and find Trey.”
“Give me a few minutes to make some calls. I have an idea.”
“Mitch, please hurry. Sitting here knowing he could be in danger is not