RENEE

The officers surrounded Dylan in seconds, grabbing his arms and forcing handcuffs on his wrists.

"Dad, please!” Dylan's voice was frantic as the officers escorted him out of the suite. He gave me a beseeching look. “Renee, tell him I just came here to apologize. Why is he arresting me? I—” He broke off abruptly as they dragged him out.

”Robert, what’s going on?" I demanded, confused.

Robert, who’d been speaking with Harry, slowly turned to me. "I had him ...