Forever After (Unrestrained 5)

What story would they run? How would it affect Drake? His career and his public persona?

Until the accident, it had been spotless – he was the brilliant young neurosurgeon who was a pioneer in robotic techniques, the billionaire son of a wealthy trauma surgeon turned medical implements manufacturer. Philanthropist and volunteer for Doctors Without Borders.

It would be horrible for him if his reputation was damaged because of what Lisa Monroe did. I could only imagine the fallout. I chewed a nail while I looked at the menu from Quance and considered. Maybe he could convince the editor not to run the story, but I had little hope. Something as juicy as a Doctor Dominant spanking his submissives would be too good not to run.

I picked up my cell phone to order but before I could dial, the phone rang and I looked at the caller ID. Detective McDonald from the NYPD major crimes squad.

Oh, great. Something else to worry about.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Mrs. Morgan? This is Detective McDonald calling. I wanted to arrange a time for us to come and speak with you, if that’s all right.”

“You want to come to my home?” I said in surprise.

“Yes,” he said, his voice emotionless. “We’d like to swing by tonight if possible. Will you and Dr. Morgan both be home in an hour?”

I checked my watch and realized that they would arrive before Drake could get home.

“Tonight’s not a good night,” I said. “Dr. Morgan is out at the moment. Maybe tomorrow?”

There was a pause on the line. “Oh, that’s fine. We can come by and speak with you. We want to speak to you both at some point.”

I frowned. “You’ve already taken a statement from me,” I said, unable to hide the impatience in my voice. “I have a newborn, and she’s a premie, in case you forgot.”

“Is she not well?” McDonald said, and I could hear in his voice that he knew I was stalling.

“No, she’s fine. It’s just that I’m tired a lot as you can imagine. I’d rather Drake be here when we talk.”

“Tonight’s the best time for us. We’ll see you in about thirty minutes.”

Then he ended the call.

I stared at my phone. Tonight was not going well – not at all. In addition to everything, now I had to speak to the police again. I stared at the menu from Quance and didn’t feel hungry any longer.

I went back into the bedroom and laid on the bed beside Sophie, who was sleeping peacefully. Thank God she was healthy.

I lay facing her and watched her sleep. Why did the police want to come by again? Hadn’t I spoken with them enough already? They had to know that Lisa was a nutcase who was acting alone…

On a whim, I texted Lara.

KATE: Hey, the police are coming over in about 30 mins. They want to interview me. Drake is out meeting with the editor of the Herald over a piece she plans on publishing this weekend. What should I do?

There was a pause of a few moments and then a response came.

LARA: I’ll be right over.

I frowned, alarmed now that Lara wanted to be with me when the police came by.

KATE: Should I be worried? Why do you want to come over?

LARA: No, you shouldn’t be worried but they shouldn’t be coming over and bothering you. You’ve given them a statement already. That should be enough. I suspect they want to see your apartment.”

KATE: Check it out for dungeon equipment? *I texted sarcastically*

LARA: Ha Ha. Something like that. Hold tight. I’ll be right over.

I got up after checking that Sophie was still okay, and went to the bathroom to brush my hair, my teeth and try to look somewhat presentable.