Page 113 of Billion Dollar Revenge

“No, thanks,” the officers answer in unison.

Summer sits beside me, bringing me a small amount of comfort.

“We’re here to get your statement about Bobby Cox,” Officer Fletcher begins. I suddenly feel nauseas.

“What about him?” I ask, glancing between the two officers.

“We have received a statement indicating that he was stalking and harassing you, and he also distributed an intimate image without your consent. To proceed with charges, we require your detailed account of these incidents.”

“You found him?” Summer asks. Taking the words right out of my mouth.

“Yeah, but he’s out on bail.”

Of course.

I’m sure his parents bailed him out, but I doubt they realize what kind of person he’s turned into. He surprised me, so they likely would be too.

As I sit with the officers, a sense of calm washes over me. This is my chance to stand up for myself.

“Since we’ve broken up, he’s called me several times and has sent a few texts. I blocked him, but he called from a new number. He also sent me roses, but that’s all I have.” My face flushes with embarrassment as I discuss the image. “It was an old photo I had sent him while we were dating, and he chose to share it without asking me.”

“Thank you for that information. We already have a statement that contributes to the case, but we needed to hear your account as well, Miss Macfarlane.”

“Evan. Sorry, I mean, Mr. Lincoln pressed charges?”

“Yes. He also provided a video of Bobby outside your building on May 19th at 11:30 a.m. Do you remember speaking to him?”

I sit back and look at the table, trying to recall that day. “We argued. I told him to stop calling.”

“Did you know where he was?” Officer Maverick asks.

“At work,” I reply.

Officer Maverick takes notes as Officer Fletcher continues.

“He was supposed to be, but he was outside your building instead. Can you confirm you had broken up with him?”

Why was he outside my building?

“Yes.”

“There was a delivery of yours that was tampered with?”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“There was a delivery that ended up in the wrong state?”

“Yeahhh,” I breathe out as realization dawns.

“Bobby changed the address,” Officer Fletcher states.

“I had no idea.” I’m trying to wrap my head around all this new information.

“Is there anything else you would like to add?”

“No, officers.”

“Thank you, Miss Macfarlane. If you think of anything else, please don’t hesitate to contact us.”

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