His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 209

#Chapter 209: Testify

Moana

“The police are downstairs,” the old housekeeper said, sounding both confused and concerned, and a little sheepish as she surely knew what she had just walked into. “They want to speak to you.”

Edrick and I suddenly looked at each other in shock.

“I’ll go,” he said, grabbing his shirt off of the floor and putting it on. “You can stay here, Moana.”

But Selina shook her head and pointed at me. “They want to talk to her. They asked specifically for Moana.”

As Selina spoke, my eyes suddenly widened. Surely the police wanted to talk to me about Ethan and Kelly, but why now? They really came in the pouring rain? Couldn’t they have called first? Edrick, who seemed to be thinking the same thing, narrowed his eyes. “Well, it’s not a good time,” he said. “Why didn’t they call first instead of just showing up?”

The old housekeeper shrugged. “I don’t know. But they asked specifically for Moana.”

Edrick looked at me again and opened his mouth to speak, but I shook my head and grabbed my sweater off of the chair. “It’s fine,” I said. “I’ll go.”

The police were waiting for us in the lobby downstairs, as our new bodyguards were given strict orders not to let anyone in who wasn’t one of us. Edrick and I quickly put on our shoes and took the elevator down, and when we came out I saw two officers sitting on the bench in the lobby waiting for us. They both stood when we entered.

“What’s all this about?” Edrick asked, peering past them to look outside. Thankfully, because of the pouring rain, it seemed as though the paparazzi weren’t lingering around outside like a bunch of hyenas. If pictures went around of two police officers coming into the building so soon after what happened at the warehouse, it was certain that there would be more media harassment about it.

“Good afternoon,” one of the officers said, who I recognized as the one that gave us a ride home after the incident at the warehouse. “I apologize for the intrusion, but we wanted to come and talk to you personally.”

“What do you need to talk about?” Edrick asked. I could tell that he was feeling nervous, and so was I. I couldn’t help but wonder if something had happened to Ethan or Kelly in jail, or something of the sort.

“Well, we have some questions for Miss Fowler,” the officer said, looking at me. “If you’d like to come down to the station with us, we’d like to perform an interview. We’d like your side of the story as to what happened leading up to the events at the warehouse a couple of weeks ago, and we need to take a formal statement.”

Edrick suddenly frowned and protectively put his arm around my shoulders. “This is very sudden,” he said. “I don’t want to make my fiancee dredge up what happened that night without any time to prepare. If you call back another time, maybe we can set up a date—”

“I’m afraid it needs to be done today,” the officer interrupted grimly. “This whole incident is causing a lot of media attention, and Ethan said — on the record — that… Miss Fowler went to the warehouse willingly.”

My eyes widened. “I did not!” I said, feeling my anger begin to bubble up inside of me. “He’s a liar. That’s not what—”