“She has a bullet hole in her arm.” Brody marched past the son of a bitch. “How the fuck you think she’s doing?”
Shutting the door behind the team, Yorke followed them further into his apartment. “I-I asked Detective Hansen about her status, but no one would tell me anything.”
Christian kept his expression unmoving when he told the other man, “Not exactly common practice for the cops to share the personal information of a victim with the man they suspect of being the one to shoot her.”
Brody stepped directly in front of the man. Doing his best to honor Ro’s request and not kill the son of a bitch, he made something very, very clear. “Ro’sstatusis none of your goddamn business. In fact…” He got right in the billionaire’s face. “Nothing about Ro is your business. Not now. Not fucking ever. Understood?”
A visibly trembling Yorke swallowed twice before saying, “I-I had nothing to do with what happened tonight. You have to believe me.”
“Wrong.” Brody’s fists curled at his sides. “The only thing wehaveto do is find the asshole who tried to kill Ro. And I can’t help but wonder if I’m looking right at him.”
“What?” Yorke’s eyes widened with a look of bewilderment. “N-no! I just told you, I had—”
“Nothing to do with the shooting,” Jagger cut the other man off. “Yeah, we got that part. Problem is, most killers don’t typically confess to their crimes. Not right away, at least. So, you’ll forgive us if we don’t simply take you at you word.”
“I’m telling you thetruth!” The idiot glanced at the entire team as if he were looking for one of them to come to his defense. “Why would I try to kill the person who helped make tonight such a success? Or…at least, itwasa success. Until…”
“Until some bastard with a gun shot her two minutes after you disappeared behind the stage. Which, by the way, is where the shot originated from. I’m assuming Hansen shared that little tidbit with you?”
“Yes.” Clayton gave a solemn nod. “He told me.”
“And?”
“And I’m home, aren’t I?”
“Your point?”
“You think they would’ve let me go if the detective thought he had a reason to charge me with Aurora’s attempted murder?”
“Guy with your kind of money?” Liam snorted. “Yes. We absolutely believe they would have let you go.”
“Just because they don’t have the evidence needed to back up a charge doesn’t mean you’re innocent,” Brody added.
“Iaminnocent.”
“We’ll see.”
“What’s your problem, King?”
“You. You’re my problem. And peoplelikeyou are my problem. You walk around this city with your nose stuck so high in the air, you can’t see the rest of us. But we see you, dickhead. Crystal fucking clear.”
“Now you’re the one who’s wrong.” That arrogance was back. “You see what Iletyou see.”
“Explain,” Brody barked the order.
“It’s nothing. Just…forget it.”
“Not a chance. You got something you think will help in your defense, we’re all ears. How about this? Let’s start with what the hell you were doing backstage when that shot rang out.”
“Like I told the detectives, I was conducting business.”
“What kind of business?”
Something flashed behind those entitled eyes, but then, “That’s none of your concern.”
“Not my…” Brody let loose with a humorless laugh. “See, now…that’s where you’re wrong. Someone I care very much about was nearly killed right in front of me tonight. So yeah, Clayton. Itismy concern. In fact, everything about tonight concerns me. So I’ll ask you again. What the fuck were you doing behind that stage?”
“I was…speaking with someone.”