Page 21 of Killer Notes

“We’re inside the condo. Safe. I’m about to call Harper,” he adds with a note of anxiety in his tone.

“Give me five.” I hit end and turn to Danny and Connor. Their faces convey shock as their eyes rove over the red words. “Look at me,” I demand.

Both sets of eyes rivet to me. “I want you right behind me. Got it?”

They nod stiffly and unbuckle their seatbelts.

I get out first, pulling out my gun. I can’t be lax—not with the note today and the words on the cement wall. I do a quick scan of the area, finding we’re alone. I carefully open the back door, where Connor gets out first with Danny right on his ass. I then shuffle both men to the elevator.

I hit the up arrow and the door slides open straightaway. I shepherd them inside the elevator and hit the floor number. The second the door closes, I draw in a breath of relief. But this isn’t over yet.

Riding up this elevator is like counting slow drips off a leaking faucet; the trip up seems never ending.

Once the door opens, I peek out and give the men anall’s clearbefore we move swiftly to the condo door. As I’m about to slide the key in, the door swings open and John’s standing there with fury flashing in his eyes.

“Where are the guys?” Danny asks, his eyes darting around the living room.

“In one of the bedrooms.” John moves out of way for Danny and Connor. “Ron’s there with them.”

“We need—” I start to say.

“I already called the cops.” John cuts me off. “I called Harper, too.”

“Okay. I’ll wait for them downstairs, but, John, this place is now comprised,” I say with severity. “What did Harper say?”

“Harper agrees with your plan. We need to move them today.” John rubs at his neck. “But I’m still working on where.”

“I think the band is okay for now, but I have to move Danny today,” I say, as my mind quickly decides where I can take him that no one will know but me.

“Agreed,” John says.

Noise from the hallway has us both swiveling around to find Danny’s pale face staring at me with unease. “Tobias?”

“I’ll be back.” I say to Danny, and then step out into the hall.

“Tobias,” I hear Danny calling for me, but I close the door and head down the elevator, blocking out the fear lacing the singer’s voice.

I don’t want to be an asshole and ignore him, but Danny’s safe for now. I’ll leave it up to John to answer any questions he has.

I head to the building’s main entrance to notify security as to what’s going on. Once the guy finally clues in to what has happened, I leave the building and meet up with two officers getting out of their squad. The same ones who we met at the Chinese restaurant at the beginning of the week.

“We have another squad blocking the entrance to the garage,” one officer says.

“But we need both you and your partner’s statements, and possibly the band as well,” the other cop adds. “Detective Magnus is en route.”

Sure enough, not five minutes later the detective and his partner drive up. I call John and explain what the police need from us. He quickly comes, gives his account of what he saw and goes back up.

I then give them the rundown from the time we got hired on as Warrior Black’s security. Magnus and his partner insist they want to talk to the band and, with Ron’s permission, I lead them up to the condo.

Almost an hour goes by before the detectives finish their inquiry about the shooting and the spray paint. I then follow the detectives back down to the garage level where the investigating team retrieves whatever evidence they can find—though I highly doubt the stalker left anything behind.

“Here’s my card. If something else happens, call immediately,” Detective Magnus says.

“We will.” I head to the elevator and hit the button for the seventeenth floor. During the ride up, raw anger runs through me. When I step into the condo, all the band members are congregated in the living room, apparently waiting for me.

“Did the cops find anything?” Danny asks. Connor crams himself next to him, which pulls a barely audible growl from me. I don’t like seeing them so close together. Granted, I have no right to think so possessively of the singer, but I can’t help reacting that way.

Before I get a chance to answer, Raef jumps in, his voice an angry huff. “John says we’re going to be split up? Is that true?”