She’s not a real sub, Lisa. She fights me at every turn. I can’t be myself with her because she might report me to my employer if she thinks I’ve crossed the line…
My heart beat faster. “These can’t be from Drake,” I said and handed the letters to Lara, who read them over and shook her head. I was certain that Lisa had written them, but they did make me feel sick for a moment.
Drake didn’t feel that way at all. He always said I was a perfect submissive — for him.
“They’re from an address with his name, but we're still investigating. We will be co
ntacting Dr. Morgan for more information based on some new evidence."
“Dr. Morgan didn’t write these,” Lara said and handed the letters back to Detective St. James.
“You’re so sure?” he replied, his eyebrows raised.
“I know him,” she said. “I’ve known him for years. He doesn’t whine.”
I caught Detective McDonald’s eye. “She probably wrote those herself. You should be able to tell by the IP. Even I know that.”
"And how did you meet Dr. Morgan?” St. James asked, leaning forward again like he wanted to push me.
I glanced at Lara and she nodded so I turned back and swallowed before answering.
“We met at a fundraiser my father held for Doctors Without Borders," I said, remembering it with a sense of happiness. "My father knew Drake before I did, although my father used to talk about Drake a lot.”
“Was your father aware of Dr. Morgan’s… interests?” St. James asked, his voice sounding suggestive, like this was scandalous.
I frowned, not liking the way this was going. “I don’t know for sure when my father knew, but Drake went to him to explain because one of my…” I hesitated, not wanting to mention Dawn’s name. “A friend felt concerned that I was seeing Drake and wanted to tell my father that he was involved in BDSM. Drake went to my father because he wanted to be the one to break the news.”
McDonald nodded. “Drake and your father were close?”
“My father was like a father to Drake. My father and his father were best friends from Vietnam. They fought together. Drake’s father saved my father’s life.”
“So there’s a history between your two families.”
“Yes,” I said. “Our fathers went way back. My father thinks the world of Drake.”
McDonald asked me a few more questions about my recovery and how Sophia was and then the two stood up.
“Well, that’s all we have.” McDonald glanced around the apartment. “This is a nice place you have here. Can I look around a bit? I love these old apartments.”
Lara stood, her hands on her hips. “What – are you looking for a dungeon or something? I can guarantee you there is none.”
“No,” McDonald said. “My uncle has one of these old places and is thinking of renovating. I like the way you’ve joined the two apartments.”
McDonald turned to me and smiled. “Really glad to see that you’re doing well. You were lucky that there was a security detail so close with medical training or you might have died.”
I nodded and handed him and St. James their coats.
“I know. Drake was concerned about my safety. He ordered the security detail a week or so before the accident. He was worried about Lisa.”
“He had good reason to be worried.”
With that, the two detectives said goodbye and left us alone. I turned to face Lara, who sat back down at her place on the sofa.
“Well?” I asked. “What do you think?"
Lara reached out and squeezed my arm. “There’s no way Drake wrote those emails. He would never complain, Kate. If he was unhappy in any way, he’d act. He wouldn’t whine. He’d fix things.”
“I know,” I said, squashing down the tiniest bit of doubt.