Damian's POV
I answered.
"Mr. Kingsley." The voice was measured, professional, carrying the particular authority of someone who had spent years in rooms where authority mattered. "My name is Deputy Chief Constable Andrew Farrell. I apologise for the early hour."
"Don't," I said. "What can I do for you?"
Lena was watching me from across the table. I kept my face neutral and my voice even and met her eyes to let her know I was handling it.
"I'll be direct," Farrell said. "We've received a testimony this morning that names you in connection with several serious matters. I'm sure you're aware of this."
"I'm aware a testimony has been given," I said. "Yes."
"Then you'll also be aware that we'll need to speak with you formally." A pause. "This isn't an arrest, Mr. Kingsley. This is an inv
