" Thank you," she whispered.
Sebastian just nodded. He hadn't expected the gratitude. He knew they would be thankful that their kids were okay. But he had killed someone in their house. He thought they would be pissed off and disgusted with him. He killed someone. But they had nothing but love for him. It eased his heart. He had been so afraid that they would cut him out of their lives after this.
" I'm sorry to interrupt, but I really need to interview Mr. Beck," came the soft voice of Detective Reynolds from behind Claire.
Claire let Sebastian go. " Oh yes, I'm sorry," she said quickly and wiped the tears from her face as she went to Henry and the kids.
Henry looked at Sebastian. " I'm going to call mom and see if we can stay there for a little while until the house is taken care of."
Sebastian nodded. " Good idea."
Henry nodded back. Then he and Claire got an escort upstairs so that they could pack some bags. Sebastian scrubbed his hands over his face roughly and sank back into the couch behind him. He shoved his hands through his hair then leaned forward, placing his forearms on his knees. He lifted his head to find Detective Reynolds sinking down onto the coffee table in front of him.
" I need to ask you some questions," she said, cocking her head to the side.
Sebastian nodded and cleared his throat. " Alright."
She pulled a little note pad and pen from her back pocket and flipped it open. " The two little boys are your nephews?" she asked in an offhand manner.
" Yes," Sebastian said roughly, having to clear his throat again. Damn his emotions.
" They're cute," she smirked.
Sebastian stared at her for a moment, realizing that she was trying to lighten the mood a little. Sebastian smiled softly. " Yes they are," he agreed.
" They were sleeping when everything happened?"
" Yes, thank god."
Detective Reynolds nodded solemnly in agreement. " Can you go back and start from the beginning, tell me everything happened?"
Sebastian sighed but retold his story. She asked questions throughout, making sure she understood everything correctly. She asked where he worked and how he got so proficient with a gun. She asked him if he had been drinking or had taken any drugs. She asked if he had anyone who would have wanted to hurt him. Sebastian couldn't help but admire her. She was completely thorough in her investigation. Sebastian answered all her questions honestly and she seemed to know that. Which he was glad for.
" Alright Mr. Beck...," she started as she stood.
" Sebastian," he corrected, looking up at her.
She gave him a nod. " Sebastian...I'll be in touch," she said and handed him a business card.
" Call me if you remember anything else."
Sebastian nodded. " Will do," he murmured, looking down at her card. Detective Raelynn Reynolds. Raelynn? That was different. He liked it. A lot!
She gave him a tight smile then headed into the kitchen. Sebastian watched her go. Damn she had a nice ass. Those pants really showed off the heart shape of it. Henry and Claire came back downstairs with four bags, and a couple of garment bags that probably held Henry's suits. Sebastian got up and grabbed a couple of the bags from Henry's shoulders.
" Thanks," Henry said. " Listen, why don't you come to mom's for the night? I don't want you to be alone."
Sebastian thought about it for a minute. Sebastian and his mother had gotten into a huge fight and he hadn't really been speaking to her. His mother had been working on bettering herself and she apologized to him over a year ago. He still wasn't sure what he wanted to do about it, because she had said some really nasty things to him. But he didn't want to be alone right now either.
" Alright, let me make sure it's okay for me to leave. I'll meet you over there," Sebastian said.
Henry nodded. " Okay."
Sebastian helped them get everything in the car then went back inside to find Detective Reynolds. He found her in the kitchen, squatting down next to the body, gloved hands leafing though his wallet. Sebastian cleared his throat to get her attention. Her blonde head snapped up and her now cold light blue eyes glared at him.
" Mr. Beck, you don't need to be in here," she snapped, straightening up.
" It's Sebastian, and I just wanted to ask if it was okay for me to leave," he said, biting back his irritation at her three-sixty change in demeanor.
Her eyes scanned his face before she looked back down at the wallet in her hands. She pulled something out of it then walked over to him. She held up the drivers license with the name and photo of the man he killed on it.