"Yeah, dad, I'm fine. Sorry. Haven't slept much lately," I said with a forced laugh. "I think my mind just wandered for a minute."

"Well, Harry's done with the prelims, and he's getting ready to start hitting the issue, so I wanted to make sure you were listening," he said gruffly. "You know, in case he says anything..."

"Yeah, I know. In case he says anything that you can use, I got it." I was getting a little frustrated, in more than one way, and I just wanted this all to be over. I wanted to move on with my life and forget that night, forget that he ever existed.

I returned to my chair and sat next to Charlie.

"So Mr. Cullen, you had several guests in your suite, correct? Guests you were entertaining?"

"Yes," Edward replied.

"Women and men? Or just women?" Harry asked with a knowing smirk.

"Women and men," Edward said cautiously. "All clients, all different ages, all different races." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Fuck, his hair. "What does that have to do with the robbery at the hotel?"

"Just sit tight, Mr. Cullen, we're getting there," Harry said, leafing through his papers. "Okay, just to clarify, there were both women and men invited up to your suite for business." He paused. "And how many of those women did you invite up to your suite for sexual relations?" He looked up at Edward with a completely innocent expression, like he had just asked him what his shoe size was. I held my breath. I almost didn't want to know the answer to his question. I didn't want to know how many other women Edward had in that suite.

"What?" Edward asked, irately. "I never invited women up to the room for... for that. This was a business arrangement. I was entertaining clients for work, for God's sake! What the hell are you getting at?" Edward was starting to get angry. Good. It was about time someone pulled the rug out from under his perfect life.

"You never invited women up to the suite for sex? Never that entire week? Not even once?" Harry asked. He was setting the trap.

"No!" Edward said indignantly.

"Mr. Cullen, think very carefully before you answer this next question," Harry asked. "Did you or did you not invite a woman up to your hotel suite for sex at some point in that week? Think carefully."

Edward glared at him, took a breath like he was getting ready to yell at Harry, then he stopped, reconsidered. He looked suddenly guilty, like he knew exactly what Harry was asking.

"I... " he said hesitantly, clearing his throat, obviously stalling for time. "I, I only did that once. One time," he said, hanging his head. Then, he suddenly looked up, meeting Harry's eyes. "But that had nothing to do with work, it was personal, not business, and certainly nothing to do with this... robbery!"

"What was her name, Mr. Cullen?" Harry asked.

"I... I'd rather not say, that's private. It really has nothing to do with any of this."

"Any of this?" Harry asked. "What exactly is 'this' Mr. Cullen? What do you think we're talking about? Is there something about the hotel you want to tell me? Something that you were involved in?"

"What?" Edward said again. "I have no idea what the hell you're talking about! I didn't see any robbery, and I was there for business... business only! Except for... except for that one night. I only had someone in my suite, other than business, that one night."

"Her name? We need to confirm your story with her for our final report."

"Look, this is not something that I do, okay?" he sighed. "I don't sleep around. I don't invite strange women back to my house, or hotel, or whatever. That is my private life, and her private life, and she has nothing to do with any of this! And I don't understand why you are asking me these questions!"

Harry's face hardened all of a sudden.

"Actually, Mr. Cullen, the reason we called you in today isn't to discuss a robbery at your hotel." He waited a beat or two before continuing. "It's to talk about your involvement in a pornography ring, about pictures illegally taken in your hotel suite and publicly sold for Internet publication."

Interrogation, Part 1. The interrogation is my favorite part (or have I said that before about a previous part? Ha! They're ALL my favorite!)

Thanksso much to all of you for your support from my authors note last chapter. You truly made me feel better, and I couldn't have a better group of readers!

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Hope you liked this one... more coming tonight! And we're in the homestretch... Only 4 chapters left!

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