Relief fills me. "Oh good. Is it a write-off?" I reply.
The detective frowns at me. "It seems we have bigger problems than your car being stolen."
I frown, "What does that mean? Where was my car?"
Ben and the officer trade glances. "Your car was found parked in the car park of your offices."
I frown. "But why?"
"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?"
The policeman shrugs. "You are in a hospital with hundreds of staff and visitors. It was only a matter of time. Don't go anywhere without your bodyguards and like I said I wouldn't let your wife out of your sight if I was you. If you think of anything, no matter how small, give us a call. I have given my business card to Ben."
I nod as I look at the floor while the policemen leave.
"What's Natasha going to say?" Cameron sighs.
"Natasha is not to know about this. Not a word," I snap.
"Are you kidding?" Cameron gasps.
I shake my head. "No. I said no! She has been through enough, she lost her father and now she's been having nightmares where I get murdered. She had one just last night. I have never seen anyone so terrified. It took me half an hour to calm her down."
"Bloody hell. This is a total fuck up," Cameron snaps. "What the hell does she dream about?"
I sit on the bed as her fear runs through my mind. "She said it's the same dream every time. They have us underground in a wet tunnel. It's night time. Ben's body is slumped on the floor and she is tied up and forced to watch me get bashed to death by a group of men. Then they gang rape her."
"Bloody hell, no wonder she's terrified." Cameron runs his hands through his hair. "We need to get Adrian in here."
I blow out a breath and nod, "Give him a ring."
"Give who a ring?" Adrian asks as he walks into the room with a beaming smile. I turn, smile and embrace him in relief.
He pulls back and frowns at me. "Ok … What's going on? Why are you cuddling me?"
Cameron holds his hand in the air in exasperation. "Where shall we start? Oh I know-how about Joshua nearly got murdered on Friday night in an ordered hit. Now the police think he and Natasha are in danger and Joshua doesn't want to tell Natasha because the poor petal is having scary dreams."
I glare at Cameron. "How about I shut that smart mouth for you," I snap. He fakes a smile.