Page 79 of The Seven Rings
“I guess, unless he’s changed it.”
“I need it.”
“Why?”
“For the arrest warrant.”
For a moment she could only gape at him.
“Oh, Trey, I don’t want you to do that.”
“Yes, you do.” He held up a hand before she could argue. “First. Do you want him coming back here?”
“No, absolutely no. But I honestly don’t think he will after this.”
“Let’s make sure. Next, do you want him, since he has his own company now, to trash yours with clients the way he tried to do with Ryder?”
“I—” She started to say he wouldn’t do that, then realized, of course he would. “No, I don’t.”
“Then let Doyle Law Offices handle this for you. This is what I do, Sonya. Let me do what I do. You’re going to file a police report.”
“Oh Jesus.”
“He knows where your mother lives, too, Sonya.”
That hit exactly where he’d aimed. Hadn’t she already considered he might harass her mother?
“All right.” She shoved at her hair. Then shoved at it again. “I’m going to tell her about this. I don’t want him bothering her, so all right. What comes next?”
“We call the cops. You file charges for criminal trespass, assault, and the verbal threat. I’ll help you file for a protection against harassment order. You’ll get it. He pushed his way into your home—what the law calls your dwelling place—without your consent, and after you’d denied him that consent. He ignored your demands to leave, he physically and verbally assaulted you.”
“Holy shit. Well, God! A trial?”
“If he’s smart, or gets a decent lawyer, he’ll plead it down from a Class D misdemeanor, where he could do a year in jail and shell out a max of two thousand.”
When her mouth simply dropped open, Trey gave her hand a quick squeeze.
“If he pleads down to Class E, he’d pay a fine and likely get probation instead of jail time.”
It all left her a little dumbstruck. “I need to ask you one thing before I do all this.”
“Go ahead.”
“Do you want me to do all this because we’re together? Is this personal?”
He leaned over, brushed his lips over hers. “Of course it’s personal. And if I had a complete stranger come into my office, sit down, and tell me all this, I’d advise exactly the same.”
She blew out a breath. “Okay, let’s call the cops.”
An hour later when Cleo came in, she rushed straight to Sonya.
“I passed a police car on Manor Road. Are you okay? What happened?”
“I’m fine, and I’ll tell you. I really need some air.”
“We’ll go out on the deck. Trey, I left groceries in the car.”
“I’ll take care of it. I have some calls to make.”
