here or hadn’t loaned her place to a friend, someone had broken in, pawed through her clothes and made himself at home.
A siren wailed in the distance, and Reid decided to look around downstairs. Maybe Lucy had left a notepad with the name of her hotel.
His phone buzzed again, and he punched connect. “Sophie?”
“Reid, Lucy’s agent said he never called her for an audition.”
Reid heaved a sigh. “Then she’s dumping me.”
“We don’t know that,” Sophie said. “Besides, if she was, she would have told me. And she’s not returning my calls either.”
Now he was worried. The siren wailed closer, and he jogged down the stairs.
“I’ll call you if I hear from her,” Sophie said, then the phone went dead.
Just as Reid reached the foyer, the front door burst open and a roly-poly policeman rushed through the door, his gun drawn. “Police, don’t move.”
Reid froze and threw his hands up in surrender. What the hell?
A noise sounded from the kitchen, footsteps pounded, and another officer barreled around the corner, his gun drawn. “You’re under arrest!”
Reid swallowed hard. “What’s going on?”
The officer grabbed his arm. “Turn around and spread ‘em.”
Reid choked back a curse as the officer shoved him against the wall.
“Why are you arresting me?” Reid asked as the cop frisked him.
“Breaking and entering for starters.”
“I didn’t break in, my girlfriend lives here.”
“Yeah, right,” the officer growled.
“It’s true,” Reid said. “Just call her and she’ll tell you.” Of course, she’d have to answer the damn phone first.
“Shut up and walk to the car,” the second officer snapped. “You can tell it all to the judge.”
Cop one frowned. “Not that it will do any good, buddy. Stalking a woman is serious stuff.”
“Stalking?” Reid asked. “I’m not stalking Lucy, I’m in love with her.”
“Uh-huh,” Roly-poly muttered. “We’ve heard that before.”
“It’s true,” Reid said. “I love Lucy.”
“Yeah,” cop two said. “Stalking all right. Poor woman.”
Poor woman . She was off auditioning in L.A. with God knows what kind of hunk of an actor, maybe even playing touch-feely between the sheets, while he was being arrested for trying to surprise her with a Christmas tree.
“Please,” he said, vying for calm. “You have to listen, let me explain.”
“You can explain what you did to Lucy,” cop one said as the second cop raced up the steps. “Where is she?”
“I told you; she’s in L.A.,” Reid said between clenched teeth.
“Right,” cop one said as he twisted his arm. “Listen, buddy, we’ll go easier on you if you just confess.”
“Confess to what?” Reid barked.
“To stalking and kidnapping,” the cop said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Reid said. “I’m telling you, Lucy is my girlfriend and – ”
“You are sick,” cop one muttered beneath his breath.
What? Reid’s shoulders snapped back as the guy pushed him toward the door. “You’re making a mistake.”
Cop two rushed down the steps, his jowls jiggling. “Nothing upstairs. But it looks like the freak has been wallowing in her underwear on the bed.”
“I have not,” Reid bellowed.
“Shut up, you pervert,” cop number two growled. “I hate your kind. You probably can’t even get it up.”
Panic mingled with anger making Reid want to spit. But common sense kicked in and warned him that wouldn’t be a good idea.
Then cop one dragged Reid onto the front lawn where blue lights twirled against the darkness. “You’re going to be sorry,” he muttered as the officer shoved his head down and pushed him in the back seat.
“That sounds like a threat,” cop two mumbled.
“Damn right it does,” the other cop said. “Let’s add threatening an officer to the charges.”
Reid gritted his teeth as the officer slammed the car door. Dad blast it, he’d keep his mouth shut until he reached the police station. Then