He blows out a deep breath. “One of my guards had a gun and was using it to control the situation but one of the men ran at him and tackled him into the table near the landing and they fell onto the glass vase.”
I hold my hand over my mouth in horror. “He was either shot or cut on the broken glass because there was blood everywhere in the foyer.”
I shake my head in shock. I can’t believe this.
Joshua flops onto the lounge in my office. “Ben has booked us all into the Montage in Beverly Hills for a few days until the house is cleaned up. He’s at home getting everyone there now.”
“What was Ben doing there? I thought he worked yesterday,” I ask.
Joshua frowns. “I don’t know actually, but I’m glad he was.” He shrugs. “He must have filled in another shift for someone overnight.”
“Any idea who is responsible for this?” I ask.
He shrugs. “The police said it could be just a random robbery.” His eyes meet mine. “But how would you know?”
I shake my head. “Have you watched the news?”
He shakes his head.
I blow out a breath. “The call Natasha made to the police has been recorded and they are playing it again and again.”
Joshua shakes his head in disgust. “Fuck this place… I’m over it. Why would people want to listen to that? And so much for the authorities not giving out information.”
“Yeah I know. It would have been hacked. Natasha sounded terrified.” I sigh.
“She was… is,” he murmurs into his coffee.
I lean on my desk as I watch him.
“What?” he questions.”
“I did that bank account trace thing for your mother that you wanted me to do.” I don’t know whether now is the time for this conversation.
His eyes meet mine. “And?”
I bite my lip as I try to articulate what I want to say. “So I would transfer your mother one million dollars every four months.”
Joshua raises his eyebrows. “And?” he asks.
“Well, on every occasion for the last two years that one million dollars has been transferred to someone else’s account the very next day without being touched.”
He frowns.
I walk to my filing cabinet, remove the file and hand it to him. He snatches it from me and stands immediately. He walks to my desk and starts to flick through the statements as he slumps into my seat.
I need another coffee so I buzz Ella. “Can we have two more coffees please?”
“Sure thing,” she replies.
Joshua sits entranced as he goes through the statements.
“My father gives her a damn lot of money too,” he murmurs to himself and then shakes his head at the realisation of what he has just said.
“I know what you mean but he’s still your father, Joshua,” I reply.
“She goes through some cash. What does she spend it all on?” He frowns.
I shrug. “From what I can see, designer clothing and spa treatments. She has a very expensive massage once a week.”