Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#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.”

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.

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

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

so was I. I couldn’t

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

my shoulders. “This is very sudden,” he said. “I don’t want to make my fiancee dredge up what

the officer interrupted grimly. “This whole incident is causing a lot of media attention, and Ethan said —

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

saved for the interview,” the officer said gently with

insane, illegitimate half-brother said? You know he’s full

gesture of surrender. “It’s not an interrogation, Mr. Morgan,” he said. “It’s just an interview. We know that Ethan is not telling the truth, but we’d like to get Miss Fowler’s statement first.” He turned then to look back at me. “Now,

was still shocked by it all. Of course Ethan was lying, but… If the truth came out that I was trapped that night because I was trying to leave with Ella,

That was a ridiculous thought. I was clearly manipulated into going, and even if it wasn’t clear enough, it didn’t really matter. Either way,

was the thought of having to be interviewed on what had happened that night. I had seen clips of interrogations online where distressed victims were made to cry or have mental breakdowns over bringing up everything that happened, and I didn’t want to be one of those people. Right now, the last thing I needed was to have a flashback and

said. “And if you want a lawyer because of what happened that night, I

get this over with now, and there’s no reason for me to get