Page 65 of Killer Notes
“What about the rest of us?”
I turn and see the rest of Warrior Black’s security team standing there, watching us.
“Pen and Jordan will stay with the bus. You’ll make sure no one gets on unless it’s us. Dom, Fig, and I will meet with the festival security and do a perimeter checks.” Dean explains.
We all agree and disperse.
As John and I meet Ron, Danny, and the band as they are coming out of the bus. Before anyone can speak, a scream tears through the air.
“That sounds like Laney,” Danny says in a rush. “Tobias.”
“On it. Danny, you and the guys get back on the bus,” I say and take off. To my right, Dean and John races alongside me. When we reach a large huddle of people, I order, “Move.” And like the parting of the Red Sea, the group splits. I see Laney, flat on her back, blood trickling from her mouth.
Just as John gets on the phone and calls for an ambulance, Rocktoberfest security arrives. Dean bends down and touches her neck. He looks at me and then to the head security guy. “She’s alive.”
Thank Christ.The last thing I want is for Danny to blame himself for whatever happened to Laney.
“Who saw what happened to her?” I demand to the group of onlookers.
“We don’t know, man,” one guys says. Pinched between his fingers is a roach.
“Dude, she was talking to some suit before he punched her and then he took off,” one of the stoner’s friends explains.
“Which direction?” John insists.
“That way, man.” The guy points in the direction of the food tent.
“I got this here,” Dean says. With that, John and I take off toward the tent.
As we round the corner, we are hit with a wall of people four bodies thick. They’re standing there taking pictures and getting autographs from some men, who I assume are rock stars.
“Social Sinners and Maiden Voyage,” John enlightens me.
I glance at my partner with mild surprise. “You know them?”
“I’m a metalhead. What do you think? Shit—Isn’t that Danny’s ex?” John points to the other end of the tent, where Siles is sitting with a group of guys who look like they just got out of bed.
John and I make our way around the back of the tent until we reach the table where Siles is sitting.
A look of surprise crosses the man’s face as I stare him down. “Where were you not five minutes ago?” I demand.
His lips thin, bouncing a look to John and then to me. “I was here the entire time,” Siles says stridently. “Why?”
“Someone attacked Danny’s P.A. and they came this way,” John explains and then asks the band. “Can you corroborate that this guy was here with you the entire time?”
“Dude, talk softer. My head’s pounding,” a white blond whines, his bent head encased in his hands. “But I think so.”
“What are you implying?” Siles stands, his back stiff and a sneer on his face.
“We aren’t implying a thing,” John shoots back.
“Witnesses says that a guy dressed like you was the one who hurt Laney,” I say, taking a step toward the asshole, but John’s pulling me back.
“Stay clear of Warrior Black.” It’s all John says before we turn and stalk back to the bus.
“What do you think?” John asks as he looks over his shoulder.
“He did it. I know it. It’s obvious—did you see the way he tried calming his breathing?” I glance back to where we left Siles and he’s still glaring at us.