was and slowly lifted her gaze.
"Sean, what's wrong. What happened?" She grabbed his hand to help herself stand up.
" Em, I need Brian's information. They need it right now because he's a minor. He's fifteen, right? That's what I told the lady. What's his last name?"
"I don't know Brian's last name, or how to contact his parents. He's fourteen, I think Renee said. Yeah, he's fourteen, almost fifteen." Emma worked hard to search her memory.
"Shit. Come with me." Sean pulled her towards Admissions.
As they got closer to the counter, Sean spotted two men in suits, standing next to the clerk. They were staring at them, while the woman pointed.
Emma could sense Sean's nervousness, especially when he squeezed her hand tighter.
Emma. "I'm Emma Ward, and this is Sean Montclair."
"Are you related to Jacob Montclair?" asked Detective Delcan.
"I'm Jacob's twin brother. Renee and Brian are our friends."
"Tell us what happened." Detective Joy lifted his pen and began writing on a notepad. "Let's start with you, Sean."
"Renee has a husband who's a lunatic. His name's Robert Preston. He's been after all of us. He shot out our van windows while we were driving on the highway, and he's been hunting us ever since. We escaped to our family home in Castle Lake, 61 Lake View Drive. Robert tracked us down tonight. While we were inside, he started the house on fire. As we ran out, he began shooting at us. Jacob, Renee, and Brian, were all hit. We escaped in the van." Sean put his arm around Emma and hugged her.
"Where can we find this Robert Preston?" asked Detective Delcan.
"He's at the end of the driveway. I ran him over by accident. I didn't know it was he who'd shot at us until I saw him after I'd backed out. He was lying there with a rifle." Sean's voice became rushed.
"Why is it that you didn't call the police or an ambulance for him?" Detective Joy narrowed his eyes.
"We don't have a land line and there's no cellphone service. Listen, we just got here, okay?" Sean raised his voice slightly. "My brother and friends might die. They've just been rushed into surgery."
"So, you took a minor, who you didn't know—"
Emma interrupted the detective. "Robert found out where I lived. I'd been hiding Renee. Brian was a homeless boy she'd started looking out for on the streets. There was no way Renee was going to leave the kid out there by himself, so she brought him with her to my apartment. I couldn't turn them away, nor could I call the cops! Robert is friends with lots of officers, who'd be more than willing to do his dirty work. You don't understand! He was in the parking lot where I live. A cop was with him, and—"
Detective Delcan pushed a button on his cellphone and recited the address to the Montclair Estate.
"I want the both of you to wait right over there. We're going to send emergency vehicles out to the house. Let's hope the fire hasn't spread to the neighboring homes, and that Robert Preston is still alive." Delcan eyed them suspiciously.
"We didn't do anything wrong!" yelled Emma. She was bordering on hysteria.
As Sean tried to quiet her and provide comfort, Vincent came bounding into the lobby.
"What's going on?!" he firmly asked the detectives.
"Do you know these two, and the shooting victims? Were you a witness? Let's start with your name." Detective Joy began to write again.
"My name is Vincent Montclair. I'm the legal counsel for Emma Ward, Renee Preston, Sean, Jacob, and Tyler Montclair. If you have any further questions, you're to go through me, and I'll try my best to make arrangements for you to meet with my clients." Vincent handed the detectives his business card.
"Wait a minute. Who's Tyler?" asked Delcan.
Vincent sighed heavily as he looked over at Sean and Emma.
"Tyler Montclair is our older brother. He's here, but he's not in any condition to be riddled with questions right now. Give him a few minutes to compose himself. The shooter, Robert Preston, is lying dead in the driveway at 61 Lake View
"Sean, what's wrong. What happened?" She grabbed his hand to help herself stand up.
" Em, I need Brian's information. They need it right now because he's a minor. He's fifteen, right? That's what I told the lady. What's his last name?"
"I don't know Brian's last name, or how to contact his parents. He's fourteen, I think Renee said. Yeah, he's fourteen, almost fifteen." Emma worked hard to search her memory.
"Shit. Come with me." Sean pulled her towards Admissions.
As they got closer to the counter, Sean spotted two men in suits, standing next to the clerk. They were staring at them, while the woman pointed.
Emma could sense Sean's nervousness, especially when he squeezed her hand tighter.
Emma. "I'm Emma Ward, and this is Sean Montclair."
"Are you related to Jacob Montclair?" asked Detective Delcan.
"I'm Jacob's twin brother. Renee and Brian are our friends."
"Tell us what happened." Detective Joy lifted his pen and began writing on a notepad. "Let's start with you, Sean."
"Renee has a husband who's a lunatic. His name's Robert Preston. He's been after all of us. He shot out our van windows while we were driving on the highway, and he's been hunting us ever since. We escaped to our family home in Castle Lake, 61 Lake View Drive. Robert tracked us down tonight. While we were inside, he started the house on fire. As we ran out, he began shooting at us. Jacob, Renee, and Brian, were all hit. We escaped in the van." Sean put his arm around Emma and hugged her.
"Where can we find this Robert Preston?" asked Detective Delcan.
"He's at the end of the driveway. I ran him over by accident. I didn't know it was he who'd shot at us until I saw him after I'd backed out. He was lying there with a rifle." Sean's voice became rushed.
"Why is it that you didn't call the police or an ambulance for him?" Detective Joy narrowed his eyes.
"We don't have a land line and there's no cellphone service. Listen, we just got here, okay?" Sean raised his voice slightly. "My brother and friends might die. They've just been rushed into surgery."
"So, you took a minor, who you didn't know—"
Emma interrupted the detective. "Robert found out where I lived. I'd been hiding Renee. Brian was a homeless boy she'd started looking out for on the streets. There was no way Renee was going to leave the kid out there by himself, so she brought him with her to my apartment. I couldn't turn them away, nor could I call the cops! Robert is friends with lots of officers, who'd be more than willing to do his dirty work. You don't understand! He was in the parking lot where I live. A cop was with him, and—"
Detective Delcan pushed a button on his cellphone and recited the address to the Montclair Estate.
"I want the both of you to wait right over there. We're going to send emergency vehicles out to the house. Let's hope the fire hasn't spread to the neighboring homes, and that Robert Preston is still alive." Delcan eyed them suspiciously.
"We didn't do anything wrong!" yelled Emma. She was bordering on hysteria.
As Sean tried to quiet her and provide comfort, Vincent came bounding into the lobby.
"What's going on?!" he firmly asked the detectives.
"Do you know these two, and the shooting victims? Were you a witness? Let's start with your name." Detective Joy began to write again.
"My name is Vincent Montclair. I'm the legal counsel for Emma Ward, Renee Preston, Sean, Jacob, and Tyler Montclair. If you have any further questions, you're to go through me, and I'll try my best to make arrangements for you to meet with my clients." Vincent handed the detectives his business card.
"Wait a minute. Who's Tyler?" asked Delcan.
Vincent sighed heavily as he looked over at Sean and Emma.
"Tyler Montclair is our older brother. He's here, but he's not in any condition to be riddled with questions right now. Give him a few minutes to compose himself. The shooter, Robert Preston, is lying dead in the driveway at 61 Lake View
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