Stanton Box Set

“We think that Friday night was not just a random car robbery. We think it was supposed to be a premeditated hit.”

“Hit,” Cameron interjects. “Why do you think that?”

“Because your Aston Martin is worth $220,000 and it was returned without a scratch.”

I drop to sit on the bed as the information sinks in.

“That’s ridiculous,” spits Cameron. “Who in the hell would order a hit on Joshua?”

My eyes flick over to Ben. “Ben, can you go and make sure Natasha is ok. She’s at the cafeteria.”

He nods and leaves the room, understanding my fear. I don’t really care if they order a hit on me. My fear is for Natasha. The only way to hurt me is to hurt her. Bile rises in my stomach.

“Let’s go through Friday night’s events again,” the detective asks.

I blow out a breath and nod. “I was at Willowvale and I decided to leave.”

“What time was that?” he asks as he scribbles down some notes.

I shrug, “About ten.”

“Where was your security?”

“They had gone to bed and I just needed to get home.” My eyes flick to Cam and he gives me a small smile.

“Ok, what happened then?” he asks as he scribbles notes on a pad.

“I pulled in for petrol and then when I went to pay I was jumped by three men. We scuffled and then they got a hold of me and we fought a bit. I don’t know for how long. The service station attendant must have rung the police because a police siren came and then they all ran off and jumped in my car and took off.”

The policeman smiles. “We watched the security footage. You gave two of them a hiding. Where did you learn to fight like that?”

I shake my head, “I cage fight for sport.”

The detective raises his eyebrows, “I think that sport may have saved your life. They had a gun—the guy at the back in the footage pulled it out just before the police came.”

I run my hand over my face.

“A fucking gun,” Cameron snaps. “This is bullshit, who in the hell would want him dead. You’re the police. Do something about this. What are you going to do about this?”

I blow out a breath as my nerves hit a new level. “Peter, can you go and check on Natasha. Why is she taking so long?”

“Yeah, sure man.” He leaves the room.

“Did you get a look at any of them?” the second police officer asks.

“No, only what I told you the other night. It was filtered light. One of them had dreadlocks. I think his hair was red.”

“Yes, we saw that. Anything else you can think of?”

I hunch my shoulders, “No.”

“I would keep a close eye on your wife if I was you. Until we get this under control she is not safe either.”

I frown as my eyes flick to Cameron. “How do you know I am married?”

“It’s on the front page of today’s newspaper. Headlines read you married your sex therapist.”

I drop my head to my hands. “This is a nightmare, how does this shit get out?”