With a curse, Seb walked towards the door. Why were they interrupted everytime? Dam* it! Wanting to spend quality time with his wife was too much to ask. His irritation, however was subdued when he opened the door and found two people in police uniform standing at his doorstep.
The man stepped forward and flashed his badge. "Good afternoon, Mr. Frost," he said, his voice carrying an air of authority. "I'm Detective James Reynolds and this is my partner Detective Rachel Davis. We're here to talk to you about the death threats that were reported by Miss Emma and Miss Vivienne Dempsey and a few of your other ex's," Detective Reynolds said, his tone serious.
Seb grimaced and stepped aside, 'Of course. Please come in."
As the two people walked into the cozy house, they exchanged a glance. It was quite cozy, completely different from a playboy's home.
Seb gestured to the couch," Please have a seat. Would you like anything to drink?"
