Page 13 of Cage

Cage was a big, rock-solid figure of a man.

He was stern. Serious.

Cage’s voice sounded gruff and had a hint of someone who could dish out a punishment… or several.

These were all very much in the wheelhouse for a Daddy.

But Katie was still trying to guess if Cage was potentially a Daddy or not when Cage brought the interview to an abrupt end.

‘Kid, there’s not much we can do,’ Cage said, his voice hinting at emotion. ‘I’m sorry. The law is the law. I want to help you more. Of course. But right now, this is all we can do.’

Katie felt sad.

This wasn’t what she hoped for.

By the emotion in Cage’s voice, Katie could tell that this wasn’t the ideal outcome for him either.

‘B-b-b-but there must be something you can do?’ Katie asked, the reality hitting home. ‘Maybe a bodyguard?’

Hitting home hard in fact.

Katie felt vulnerable and scared.

What if someone sent another photograph?

‘You’ve been watching too many Hollywood movies, young lady,’ Cage said, chuckling slightly at Katie’s suggestion. ‘But here. Take this.’

Cage took a card out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Katie.

It was Cage’s detective calling card, complete with his office and cell phone details.

‘If anything else happens, call me,’ Cage said. ‘And I mean anything at all. Seriously. I’m at the other end of the phone. Waiting. Ready to be there for you.’

Katie blushed and took the card from Cage.

The interview was over.

Yet somehow Katie left the police station with even more questions than she had arrived with…

Katie arrived back at her apartment none the wiser.

Yes, Cage had been very attentive and seemed to take Katie’s problem seriously. But he had also said that there was nothing that could be done at the moment.

That hadn’t been the outcome Katie had wanted.

Far from it.

Come to think of it, the way Cage had laughed at her suggestion of a bodyguard really wasn’t very nice.

Katie walked over towards her refrigerator and took out a small carton of apple and kiwi juice. She popped the straw into the carton and took a long gulp.

It was still so hot in her apartment.

Even with the refurbished aircon, there was no escaping the sheer intensity of the heat.

Katie walked over towards the window and listened to the sound of the car horns beeping down below.

It scared Katie to think that someone could be watching her at that very moment. To not feel entirely comfortable in her own apartment was a horrible thing to experience.

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