Page 70 of Pleasure Games

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

NOTHINGWASMAKINGSENSE. There were too many people surrounding her, too much chaos, all of it happening in a language she didn’t understand. The next thing Jasmine knew, she was being escorted inside the police station where more officials were waiting.

“What’s going on?” she asked, over and over again, but no one answered her until a female dressed in uniform approached. She had sympathetic brown eyes and brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.

“Jasmine?” she said. “My name is Danielle. Please, would you come with me?” She held out her hand as if Jasmine was supposed to take it.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere quiet.” Her thickly accented voice was calm and soothing, and Jasmine followed the woman to a room where two male officers were seated.

“Please, sit,” Danielle said, indicating one of two empty chairs. “First of all, we are so happy to find you safe and sound.”

Jasmine frowned. “People knew I was missing?”

“Yes. We’ve all been looking for you.”

Oh, shit.

“Your family has been very worried.”

Oh, God. Her family. She’d meant to email her parents and then had totally forgotten. Or rather, been distracted by mind-blowing sex...

With a man who had turned out to be a cold-hearted asshole.

She was such an idiot.

“Can I speak to them? I need to speak to them.”

“Of course. We will let you speak to them momentarily. But first, I need you to answer some questions, okay?”

“Okay, but...” Jasmine looked from the woman to the men. “Do you know what happened to me?” Maybe finally she’d get some answers about the theft and the concussion.

The female officer glanced at the men, giving them some kind of meaningful look. What it meant, Jasmine had no idea.

“Your belongings were turned in to the police over a week ago.”

“Belongings?” The woman was speaking English but she may as well have been speaking French for all the sense she was making.

“Your bag. With your passport, ID, money and hotel key.”

“You found my bag?” Jasmine said, sitting up. What a relief. She wouldn’t have to contact Parker for her documents, after all.

“Yes.” The woman went on to explain how the police had contacted the hotel to return her belongings after they’d been picked up from the scene of a robbery, only to find out she’d never returned. They’d used the information on her passport to contact her next of kin. When no one had heard from her, she became a missing person. “You have become an international incident.”

“Are you fu—” Jasmine stopped herself. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. Now,” the woman said. “Tell us about Luca Legrand.”

Jasmine had figured Luca was in trouble with the law, but this seemed a hell of a lot more serious than what she’d supposed. What had he done?

Then suddenly, she remembered what she’d found in his wallet.

“Is this about the ring? Was Luca involved in the robbery?”

“The robbery?” She shook her head. “Luca Legrand is the heir to the Legrand estate, worth billions. I doubt he’d be involved in petty theft.”

Jasmine stared open-mouthed.

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