“She was sneaking around. I thought at first she was having an affair. I thought maybe she was seeing someone. It started about three months after Sophia was born. Jo told me she’d disappear for an hour here and an hour there. Sometimes, she’d take Sophia for a ‘walk’ but take her purse. Jo suspected the worst, but that couldn’t be it. My wife would never cheat on me. Now, I know she was seeing a therapist. That feels…worse.”
Well, they could probably venture to say she was going to the doctor.
For therapy.
“Ridge, it gets worse.”
He didn’t like the sound of that, or what Bishop was likely going to say next.
“How? My wife didn’t want another kid with me, and she was sneaking out to see a therapist without sharing that with me. How does it get worse?”
Bishop told him.
“It’s the same doctor that all of the victims were seeing. Doctor Kenyon was her therapist, too.”
Immediately, they both saw it on his face.
Ridge was up, fast. Oh, that information put some pep in his step—as in rage.
Someone exploded when he put two and two together to come to his own conclusion.
“I’ll fucking kill him!” he said, going to rush past Lucian. Only, the man was quick and grabbed him well before he could get past him.
The whole time, Ridge fought with nothing but desperation.
It was clear that the rage that the man might be the killer had pissed him off.
Big-time.
Even as he tried to get free, Lucian had to shove him onto the couch and laid on top of him in an attempt to keep him from hurting himself, or the doctor.
“Let me up! I’ll kill him! He killed my wife!”
Because she wasn’t getting punched in the face on this one, instead, Bishop parked herself in front of the door, making sure if Lucian lost control, she’d grab him. As she did, she watched the two men, and this was more than restraint. There was a familiarity that was consistent with something lovers would do.
Her husband knew exactly where to place his body over this man’s.
That was something that took time to learn, not just a lucky shot at it.
Yeah, Lucian had laid on this man before.
She’d bet on that.
Someone had been under her husband, and not because he had been angry.
Shit.
Pushing that aside, Bishop saw that Ridge was getting the upper hand. He was absolutely getting free and heading her way. That meant she had to act. There was no way that they could let Ridge go after the doctor.
That didn’t bode well for anyone.
Especially since they didn’t have proof.
“Ridge!” Lucian stated. “Stop!” he ordered, as he kept fighting.
Only, the man had anger on his side. In his rage, he had a little more in the tank than Lucian, who was three days past exhausted.
When he hit Lucian in the balls with his knee, the man rolled off of him, and Ridge was up. Immediately, he raced toward the door, but he wasn’t getting past Bishop.