Page 65
Story: Born a Billionaire
TWENTY-ONE
As much as Oliver wanted to stay right where he was, there was no time for talking after his call with Carmen. The guy they’d brought in was in the interrogation room, waiting to be questioned, and he had to go.
He hated to leave Adelia home alone, but he felt better about it now that they had the guy in custody. Still, he made sure she locked the door when he left and told her not to answer the door for anyone.
Oliver’s hands were shaking as he entered the station and headed down the hallway. Carmen was waiting there and handed him a folder, which he perused as they walked into the interrogation room.
A young man with a dark curly ponytail sat at the table. He was dressed in an oversized grey plaid flannel, layered over a black T-shirt.
They introduced themselves and turned on the voice recorder.
“Are you a professional photographer?” Oliver asked as he sat in the chair across the table from the man.
“Nah. I dabble.”
“And you decided to dabble the day you took pictures of Adelia Allen without her knowledge?” Carmen asked.
“That’s right.”
Oliver flipped through the file to get the man’s information. Cyrus Mason. “How did you know Miss Allen was staying at the lake house, Mr. Mason?”
Cyrus was slouched back in the chair, looking very uninterested in Oliver’s questions and more interested in checking out Carmen.
“Mr. Mason,” Oliver snapped.
“I heard she left California to hide out from the reporters because her mom cheated on her pops.”
“You heard? From who?”
“I saw it. Online.”
“But it wasn’t public knowledge where she was staying. How did you know?”
“Oh, she came into the convenience store where I work. I saw her leave on a scooter, so I followed her.”
“You left work and followed her in the middle of the day?”
“No, it was at night. I locked up early and went.”
“What were your intentions that night?”
He shrugged. “To see where she was going.”
“Did you plan to harm her?”
“No.”
“But you got close to the house that night, didn’t you?”
“So, I looked in the window. So what.”
“That’s trespassing.”
“I didn’t hurt her. I just wanted to see if she was there.”
“And was she?”
“Yeah.”
As much as Oliver wanted to stay right where he was, there was no time for talking after his call with Carmen. The guy they’d brought in was in the interrogation room, waiting to be questioned, and he had to go.
He hated to leave Adelia home alone, but he felt better about it now that they had the guy in custody. Still, he made sure she locked the door when he left and told her not to answer the door for anyone.
Oliver’s hands were shaking as he entered the station and headed down the hallway. Carmen was waiting there and handed him a folder, which he perused as they walked into the interrogation room.
A young man with a dark curly ponytail sat at the table. He was dressed in an oversized grey plaid flannel, layered over a black T-shirt.
They introduced themselves and turned on the voice recorder.
“Are you a professional photographer?” Oliver asked as he sat in the chair across the table from the man.
“Nah. I dabble.”
“And you decided to dabble the day you took pictures of Adelia Allen without her knowledge?” Carmen asked.
“That’s right.”
Oliver flipped through the file to get the man’s information. Cyrus Mason. “How did you know Miss Allen was staying at the lake house, Mr. Mason?”
Cyrus was slouched back in the chair, looking very uninterested in Oliver’s questions and more interested in checking out Carmen.
“Mr. Mason,” Oliver snapped.
“I heard she left California to hide out from the reporters because her mom cheated on her pops.”
“You heard? From who?”
“I saw it. Online.”
“But it wasn’t public knowledge where she was staying. How did you know?”
“Oh, she came into the convenience store where I work. I saw her leave on a scooter, so I followed her.”
“You left work and followed her in the middle of the day?”
“No, it was at night. I locked up early and went.”
“What were your intentions that night?”
He shrugged. “To see where she was going.”
“Did you plan to harm her?”
“No.”
“But you got close to the house that night, didn’t you?”
“So, I looked in the window. So what.”
“That’s trespassing.”
“I didn’t hurt her. I just wanted to see if she was there.”
“And was she?”
“Yeah.”
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101
- Page 102
- Page 103
- Page 104
- Page 105
- Page 106
- Page 107
- Page 108
- Page 109