“You saw no one?”  Yesung demanded as he paced the small interrogation room.   
Interrogation.
Siwon sat with his legs sprawled in front of him.  The detective had been insistent that Kyuhyun come in to the station for an interview after the fire.  Siwon hadn’t been about to let Kyuhyun out of his sight.   Because every time I do, something happens to him.
He could still smell the flames, probably because the damn smoke was in his clothes.  The fire had singed him.  When the ceiling had caved in, he’d had to dive fast and hard to the right.  Another few inches, and both he and Kangin would have been trapped.  Dead?
Siwon's breath exhaled slowly.  He had gotten out of those flames, and he’d carried Knagin to safety.  His friend was going to be okay.  But if Siwon had arrived at that studio just little bit later…
“I didn’t see anyone,”  Kyuhyun said softly.  “But I heard him, pouring gasoline.”
“How do you know it was gasoline?”  Yesung stopped pacing and narrowed his eyes on Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun ran his hand through his hair.  A black smudge slid across his right cheek.  “The smell.  It’s pretty unmistakable, don’t you think?”
Yesung stared back at Kyuhyun.    Siwon cocked his head.  This was a colossal waste of his time.  “Shouldn’t you be out, detective, looking for the who did this?  From my count, that’s an arson and an assault, all within a few days.”    Attempted murder, more like.
Yesung’s lips tightened.  “You didn’t see him?”
“The lights were out.”  Kyuhyun shook his head.  “I only saw the flash of his match, then I heard his voice.”
Siwon tensed.  He hadn’t told Siwon this part, not yet.
“What did he say?”  Yesung pushed.
“The same thing he said before.”  Kyuhyun was too pale.  “I will be the one.”
“You didn’t recognize his voice?”  Yesung yanked out the chair on the opposite side of the table.  He spun it around, then sat down, draping his arms over the chair’s back.  “He wasn’t familiar to you, at all?”
“He was rasping, whispering.”  Kyuhyun shoulders rolled.  “So, no, I didn’t recognize his voice.  I still don’t know who this guy is or why he’s doing this to me.”
Yesung's  fingers tapped against the chair.  “You think he’s the same man who caused your accident in New York?”  Then he reached forward and opened a manila folder that was on the table.  He shoved some stark, black and white photos across the table.  Photos of a totaled vehicle.  Kyuhyun's car.
He was trapped there.
Siwon looked up from those photos and found the detective’s gaze on him.  “While you were away on your little trip, I did some more digging,”  the detective said.
Good. I’m glad you’re doing your job.
“I talked with a detective Fuller in New York.”  Yesung glanced over at Kyuhyun.  “He said you were sure someone had forced you off the road.”
Kyuhyun nodded.
Siwon pushed the photos back toward the detective.  “We just talked to Fuller, too.  The guy didn’t buy Kyuhyun's story—”
“Because there was no evidence of anyone else at the crash scene.  No paint from another car.  No sign of a rear impact.”
“My car…” Kyuhyun's voice was too cold for Siwon as he said, “Rolled four times.  It was smashed like a damn can.  There were signs of impact all over the place.”
“Fuller thought it was a one-vehicle accident,”  Yesung continued.  His gaze had locked on Kyuhyun's face.  “I’m not Fuller.  I know you’re scared, and it sure looks to me like you have a reason to be.”
It should look that way to ing everyone.
“I’m guessing Choi took you to New York because he thought it might be one of your exes, huh?”  Now Yesung's gaze swung back to him.  “How’d that work out for you?”
“I’m running their alibis.”  And so far, turning up jack.  So…no, it hadn’t ing worked out for him.   Yesung pursed his lips and nodded.  “Running their alibis…that’s good.”  He put the photos of Kyuhyun's wrecked vehicle back inside the folder.  “But what about your own alibi?”  He pushed another sheet of paper toward Siwon.
Siwon stared down at a picture of himself.  An image from a New York newspaper.
“You tend to catch attention when you go places,”  Yesung murmured.  “Guess that’s the price of being so rich, huh?  When you went to New York to see the show… The Lost Prince, right? Well, you were caught leaving the show early that night.”  Yesung paused.  “The date on the image…that would be the same day that Kyuhyun here had his wreck.”
Kyuhyun's hand slowly reached for that newspaper clipping.  He pulled it toward him.  “You were in New York?  At my show?”  Kyuhyun's head turned toward him.  A faint furrow appeared between his brows.  “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Oh, this isn’t the first show he’s caught.”  Again, Yesung reached into that folder.  “Seems that when you were performing, Choi Siwon here made a point of coming to see your performance.  At least once, sometimes twice a month.  He was always there for opening night, but he’d go back, to catch other performances, too.”
Sonofa.  The detective had been busy.
“You…you saw me?”
“He saw you, quite a lot.”  Now Yesung seemed musing.  “He liked to stay at the same hotel every time he went to see you… that posh place right off Fifth Avenue.  I believe you both stayed there on your recent trip?”
“Who did you talk to?”  Siwon demanded.  Because someone had been talking too ing much.  This kind of personal leak wasn’t allowed in his organization.  An assistant, an agent—someone was about to get his or her fired.   “I grew up in New York,” Yesung said with a shrug.  “I’ve still got some friends there, and they helped me with my digging.”  His lips pursed.  “Kyuhyun, you mean to tell me that you didn’t know he was there, any of those times?   With the two of you being such old… friends… I thought you’d—”
“I didn’t know.” Kyuhyun's voice was even colder now.  His eyes were on Siwon.  “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Dammit.  Siwon didn’t want to have this conversation with the detective’s watchful stare on them.  “Because we were over.”
Kyuhyun flinched.
Hell.  Siwon was ing this up.  We were over.  You’d moved on.  I just needed to see you.
“He wasn’t just at your performance, though.”  And, again, the cop pushed clippings aside.  He extracted a final photo from that file.  Another photo from the crash scene.  Only this time, the wreckage was in the background.  Kyuhyun was strapped in a gurney and being loaded into an ambulance.
“A reporter on the scene that night caught this shot, but his bosses were…persuaded not to run it.”
Kyuhyun's stilled.
“That man, right beside the EMTs, that’s you, isn’t it, Mr.Choi?”
Kyuhyun's breath rushed out.  “You were there the night of my crash?”
.  He had to tread very, very carefully now.  “I found your car.  I called for help.”
Kyuhyun shook his head.  “Why were you there?”
“I think he was following you,”  Yesung murmured as his brows lowered.  “He’d been watching you for some time.  I suspect he left that musical early, and he waited for you to leave, too. Then he followed you.”
“That’s not what happened!” Siwon snapped.  He should have told Kyuhyun.  Dammit, the minute he’d walked back into his life, he should have told Kyuhyun that he’d been there.  As if he could forget those moments.  The pelting rain.  The lightning that flew across the night sky.  The blood.  The sick, twisting fear because Siwon could not get his Kyuhyun out of the mangled mess that had been his car.
“You were the hero who saved him from death,” Yesung said as he gave a nod.  “Both in New York, then here.  You’ve saved Kyuhyun… what, two times in the last few days?”
Kyuhyun wasn’t speaking.  His eyes were so big and wide and lost.
“Someone broke into his studio, slammed his head into the glass… then you appeared, just in time to play Kyuhyun's white knight.” Yesung's voice was grim.
“I had a guard on him, I had—”
“Someone set Kyuhyun's studio on fire tonight.  Before the flames could get to him, you appeared again.”
Kyuhyun jumped to his feet.
Siwon didn’t move.  His hands had fisted.  “You think I’m the stalker.”
Did Kyuhyun think that, too?
“I think…”  Yesung began slowly as his face tensed in hard, tight lines,  “that you’ve been obsessed with Cho Kyuhyun for a very long time.  Since you were kids, right?  That was when you put Park Jin-young in the hospital.  According to him,