Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 140

“Sorry, Welch—what did you say?”

“The FBI. There’s a match. The partial print in the EC135.”

“It’s Hyde?”

“Yes, sir. The FBI uncovered his convictions as a minor in Detroit.”

Detroit again.

“They match,” he says, “though those documents are supposed to be sealed, which is why it’s taken a few days.”

“What does that mean?”

“They may be inadmissible.”

“Shit, really? Well, there’s also the footage we have of Hyde outside Escala that Prescott found earlier this week. It’s obvious he was checking the place out. And, of course, the CCTV from GEH’s server room.”

“The police have been wanting to question him about the incident at GEH, but they hadn’t been able to locate him.”

“They have him now.”

“Indeed,” Welch growls. “And the two investigations are going to compare Hyde’s prints for a match.”

“About time. Did you get anything out of his former assistants?”

“No. They’re reluctant to talk. They all say he was an excellent boss.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Agreed, given the hushed-up harassment claims,” Welch mutters. “We’ve only spoken to four. I’ll keep pushing.”

“Okay.”

“What do you want to do about the heightened security around your family?”

“Let’s keep it for now and see where this goes with Hyde. We have no idea if he’s working alone or with someone.”

I’ll report back when I’ve heard from

“Great. Thanks.”

been inundated with press inquiries about last night. I respond, telling him to send all inquiries to the King County PD press office.

Taylor enters. “Good morning, sir.”

“Did you get some sleep?”

He blows out a breath. “A few hours. Enough.”

“Good. We have a great deal to cover.”

He pulls up a chair and we run through

“…and, finally, get a carpenter to fix the door.”

ten with the entire

“Please.”

and Ryan are in their racks. I’m assuming they’re still asleep. Prescott is sifting through the CCTV from last night to find out how Hyde got into the building.”

“Good.”

“Sir,” he says, in a way that gets my immediate attention.

“Yes?”

“I’m grateful we came home last night. Maybe you have a sixth sense or something.”

I’m taken aback. “Taylor, I was just mad at my wife.”

His sudden smile is wry and world weary. “Happens

I nod, but his words are not reassuring; he’s

Don’t

“Thank God Ana and Gail are safe,” I add, as

He follows me out of the study.

“I’ve made you an omelet,” Gail says to me, and she

Maybe Taylor and Gail will tie the knot.

Who knows?

Ignoring them, I take a seat at the kitchen counter, and once Taylor has left the room I ask

“Good.”

mentioning her name,

“You’re going?” I ask in disbelief.

work? Yes, of course.” She moves closer. “Christian, we’ve hardly been back a week. I have to go to work.”

“But—” I rake my hand through my hair, feeling anxious.

What about yesterday? Hyde! The kidnapping!

corner of my eye, I

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