Page 47 of Killer Notes
“Will you listen for fuck’s sake? You’re so damn stubborn.” I hold him, until Danny’s steady on his feet.
His lips are drawn tight, no lip gloss, and a flare of hurt and anger bubbling in his beautiful blue eyes. Danny slaps my hands away, folds his arms across his chest and waits, not saying a word.
“You’re so frustrating,” I groan, ready to find a stump to sit on and put Danny over my thighs and spank his ass. But I know he’s not one for punishments like that. I think…
“Get on with what you want to say so I can get the hell out of here.” Danny gets on his tiptoes and snarls into my face.
I want to kiss him right there. But he won’t welcome the affection. So I ask instead, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Laney’s picking me up,” he says, lifting his bags. He then turns toward the main road.
“How does Laney know where we are?” I ask, my stomach churning from that bit of news. “No one should know where we are. Especially your assistant.”
“I told her to locate me on the Find Me app.” Danny’s shoulders slump. “Tobias, I know you don’t like me as more than a friend. And I know this is only a job. But I think it’s for the best that I meet up with the band. They’re on the tour bus and I’ll be safe. Nobody will know where I am. So whoever was—”
“Is, Danny.Is. Someone is still after you,” I declare.
“Okay. Whoever is after me, won’t know I’m on the bus.”
“You don’t know that. For all you know the stalker could be anyone you know.”
My words must have hit home because Danny swivels his head my way, and his skin goes pale and his eyes wide with shock. “Are you saying that someone I personally know might be my stalker?” He then shakes his head. “That’s not possible.”
“Don’t be so naïve. There’s no rule stating a stalker has to be a stranger. It could be your eighty-year-old next door neighbor. You don’t know,” I explain. “Danny, come back to the house. We’ll call Laney and tell her not to come. We’ll wait out the next few days and then I’ll take you to the Rocktoberfest on Thursday, like planned.”
“Do you really think it’s someone I know?” he asks again, this time his voice’s a bit shaky.
“Seven times out of ten, the hunted knows their stalker. Now are you going to call Laney or do I have to?” I ask, no gentleness behind my words.
Danny’s eyes drop to the ground, and he bites his lower lip before he finally looks up at me. “Okay. And you do it.” He hands me his phone and begins dragging his suitcase back to the house.
As I watch him walk away, I hit redial on Danny’s phone, and Laney immediately picks up. “Danny, I’m on my way. Are you okay? Is that bastard causing more trouble?”
Her icy words put a chill down my spine. “No. This bastard is telling you not to come. We’re packing up and leaving here. Don’t call his phone, because it will be off and so will the GPS locator.”
“How dare you treat Danny—”
“Listen to me, Laney. I’m only going to say this once. Danny is fine. But you? You were attacked. Don’t you think that maybe the stalker might be watching you, waiting for one of the band members or you to go to Danny?”
A soft tapping rings through the other end.
“Laney?”
“I didn’t think of that,” she admits. “Are you sure?” Laney asks with hesitation.
“Yes.”
“Alright. At least tell me where you’re going and I won’t even call or message Danny,” she demands. Her tone leaves much to be desired.
“You don’t worry about that,” I say evenly.
“At least tell Danny that I’ll be waiting for him at the event. And that I won’t let him down.”
“I will,” I say, then end the call. That odd conversation has me feeling off about Danny’s assistant. I turn off his Find Me app, put the phone in airplane mode and turn it off. Then I pull out my phone and call Harper as I walk toward the house. He needs to know about Laney, but also about Carl.
“What now?” Dean chuffs.
Here it goes.“Did you know your brother came to my grandfather’s lake house today?”