Bowden's POV:
The doorbell rang just as I stepped out of the bathroom, towel still around my neck, ready to head downstairs for breakfast.
The nanny went to answer the door. Then I heard noises from the foyer, not the usual sound of someone opening the door, but the sharp noise of it being shoved open. The nanny's panicked voice followed immediately. "Sir, you can't..."
And then I saw Edmund walk in.
He wasn't wearing a jacket. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept all night.
What was wrong with him? And why the hell was he in my house?
He looked straight at me. "Who tampered with Anabella's car?"
It wasn't a question. It was a demand.
I set down my coffee cup. "Mr. Chavez, I could have you arrested for trespassing—"
"Who did it?!" he
