Page 15 of Killer Notes

“I’m not taking any chances. Tell them no,” I reply, shaking my head in annoyance. “Until we get the reinforcements to cover these guys, they aren’t going anywhere.”

“Alright. I’ll tell them.”

“Okay. I’ll be there soon,” I say and then disconnect the call. John isn’t the type to be rattled easily, but from the sound of his voice he’s on his last nerve.

I pull into the underground garage, tap in the code for the door, and then drive in. It doesn’t take long before I’m up to the top floor and spot John by the door.

“I’ll be right back,” John announces to the group in the living room, and closes the door.

I huff out a laugh. “Want to leave?”

“Seriously,” John frowns, glancing at the closed door with grimness. “That drummer… I swear, if he says one more thing, I’m going to bend his smart ass over my knee and show him who’s really in charge.”

I arch a brow. “Really? I’ve only been gone overnight. What happened?”

“Danny and the drummer were arguing about something—then one pinches the other and the drummer—”

“You can say his name, John. Connor,” I coax.

He growls in displeasure. “Connor—happy?”

“Yes. Now tell me what happened.”

“Danny storms off, probably a lovers spat—I don’t know or care, but now the drummer keeps hounding me about the singer’s safety.”

All of my new-found good humor is gone. I narrow my gaze on my partner. “Are you sure about that?”

“Can’t you tell? They are constantly touching each other.”

“No,” I say, but John’s right. Every instinct in me wants to go into that condo and order the drummer to stop fondling Raven. Instead, I push that idea out of my head because the singer isn’t mine, and I need to focus on what we are here to do.

“What we need is a new game plan. Did you hear back from Harper? Is he going send reinforcements for this Ocktoberfest?”

“It’s calledRocktoberfest,” John corrects.

“Whatever it’s called, I know it’s going to be a logistical nightmare,” I say, positive the weekend is going to be a clusterfuck if we don’t get the right amount of security for the band.

“No, not yet. But I have a feeling with this latest incident and another note sent this morning, he will,” John admits with a glance at the closed door again.

“Let’s hope that Hale or the cops find this bastard before that,” I admit.

“I doubt it,” John says and then pulls out his cell. “I’m calling Harper now.”

“While you’re talking with him, I’m going to check on the guys.” I leave John to our boss, and head inside the condo.

Bobby, Raef, Callum, and Connor are at the dining room table scarfing up what looks like sub sandwiches, but the singer’s absent. “Where’s…” I don’t finish. All four men point to the corridor.

Down the hall, there are five doors, three are open and two aren’t. I knock on the first closed door and wait. Nothing. I knock again, turn the handle, and open the door to see the hall bathroom is empty.

As I’m about to knock on the door adjacent to the bathroom, my hand hovers, not sure if I should bother the singer. There’s no doubt he’s still shaken up by what happened last week, most people would be. Though, something in me needs to know he’s okay.

Leaning into the door, I listen for a sound. Nothing. Finally, I call outRavenand give the door a couple of soft raps. Still nothing. So I slowly turn the handle and push the door open, finding the room empty.

My inner alarm bells aren’t ringing, but with the room empty I need to check it out. The second I step foot inside, I see the ensuite bathroom’s door partially open and have a perfect back view of Danny’s naked body in the shower.

My feet are frozen to the spot; my brain blows a fuse. The lust in me jolts awake, along with my dick that wants the sole attention of this singer. I can’t look away—wouldn’t dare to, just in case I miss more of this stunning person.

Danny’s head is tilted back, the water streaming against his face, and his long brown hair is like wet silk flowing down his back. He reminds me of a water nymph. Or a siren. Either one, he’s too damn alluring.