Page 24 of Killer Notes
“I can tell by the way you don’t look him in the eyes.” Connor stares me down, he’s pushing for a confession. “I know your tells, Wells.”
“You’re seeing things, Wildman. It’s not like I can’t trust the man with my life. He already proved it once. Besides, you have the guys,” I add with a reassuring smile, trying to hide my worry. “We’ll meet back up the day before we get on stage.”
“This entire situation sucks ass,” Connor confesses, reaching out and pulling me in for a hug.
“I agree,” I say, wrapping my arms around my best friend.
“I’m worried that this fucking asshole won’t give up.”
“Then Tobias will be there to protect me. And hopefully soon, the bastard will be caught,” I soothe.
A clearing of a throat has me turning my head to the open door. Standing in the threshold is Tobias, scowling.
What’s up his ass?
I pull out of Connor’s arms and face my bodyguard. “When do we leave?”
“I’ll be back in a couple of hours with provisions. I want you to pack light, only the essentials. We’re leaving as soon as I get back,” Tobias says with a hint of ice. He slices a look at me that I can’t decipher.
“Oh, okay.” I frown at Tobias. “That soon.”
“Would you rather face the stalker instead?” Tobias argues.
“No,” I rush out. A cold dread seeps through me at my bodyguard’s chilly demeanor.
“Then be ready when I get back,” Tobias snarls, then stalks out of the room.
“What a dick,” Connor says.
“Dick or not, he’s right,” I reluctantly agree. “The sooner I leave, the better.”
“Are you going to be alright?”
I face my friend. “I really don’t have a choice.”
Connor slowly nods and leaves me to pack my things. I appreciate this time of being alone with my thoughts since I have a feeling that I won’t have any more moments to myself until after Rocktoberfest.
True to Tobias’s word, he comes back a few hours later, carrying two large black bags, which he hands to John.
I say my goodbyes to my friends and follow him down an elevator we don’t usually use and out the back of the building. I’m confused as to why we aren’t driving away in his SUV that’s parked in the garage. Then I realize we’re leaving without anyone getting wind of our departure.
I quickly follow Tobias through two other buildings and into a third. Once he shows his ID, we’re led to the back of that building where a black BMW Alpina XB7 is parked near the exit.
“That’s a bit much,” I say under my breath.
“It’s the only way to be sure we won’t be followed,” Tobias says.
Hmm. “I mean the car.”
“I have no other,” Tobias says and clicks the fob to unlock the doors.
As I climb into the passenger side, I halt in surprise. In the back seat is a boxer. It’s my favorite dog breed, but I’m uncomfortable around animals I don’t know, especially one that’s growling at me.
“His name is Saint. And he’s harmless,” Tobias says as he closes the driver’s door and starts the engine.
“Good to know.” I glance once more at the dog, who’s sitting there softly growling, with his dark eyes trained on me.
I wheel back around, face forward as my panic slips in. But I manage to grab the seat belt and clip it. Not only do I have to worry about a damn stalker, but now I have to keep an eye on my bodyguard’s dog.