Page 70 of Killer Notes

Siles shifts his glare to me. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Not your fucking business. But Danny is. And I know for a fact that he didn’t ask you to come to his bed, nor would he ever ask you to.” Enlightening the man further, I continue. “I don’t think, after what you did to him, Danny would ever want you anywhere near him.”

Siles straightens in the chair. “I love him and I’ve done everything for him.”

“Including taping him up in a chair, after you knocked him out? Then beating on him as though he’s your punching bag?” The room goes quiet.

Barrett looks around, pales even more and then shrinks into the chair. Like that is going to keep him safe from the anger boiling over in the room.

“He did what?” I don’t know who says that, but apparently Dean didn’t share the news.

“He taped Danny to a chair and what? Beat him?” That’s Pen. I recognize his east coast tag.

“There’s no proof,” Siles defends weakly. But no one believes him.

I straighten, but my eyes never leave Siles’s face. “Yes, there is. Connor has pictures of what you did to Danny. Did you conveniently forget the conversation with the drummer?”

Siles shakes his head, his mouth tightly shut that his lips disappear from his features.

“Call the police,” Dean speaks up.

“Wait.” Siles tries to stand, but John shoves him back down.

“What?” Dean quirks a brows.

“I have information you might need,” he says pleadingly.

“There’s nothing you can say that’s going to get you out of this,” I explain, folding my arms across my chest. I’d rather kick the shit out of the guy for what he did to Danny, but I contain that urge.

“I know who’s sending the notes to Danny.” My entire body locks up at his admission.

I grab his shirt and haul him up until we are face to face. “Talk.”

“Tobias.” Dean’s demanding tone doesn’t nullify my fury. “Put him down.”

“No fucking way,” I say over my shoulder and then turn back to Siles. “Fucking spill.”

“It’s that P.A. It was all her idea,” he says. I drop him back into the chair and step back.

“What do you mean?”

“She’s the one who’s been sending the letters. She’s obsessed with Danny. I tried to warn her off.”

John leans in and barks, “How?”

Siles swings his eyes to John, to me and then to Dean. “I tried to reason with her, but—but,” he rushes to say. “But she slapped me and I pushed her away. I swear to you, she is certifiably crazy,” he pleads.

“Why should we believe you?” Dean ask with pure disgust. “Why would she tell you that she’s sending notes to Danny?”

“Because…” he drops his eyes to the floor. “I was helping her.”

“Please tell me I can put in my time with this bastard,” I howl at Dean, clenching and unclenching my hands. “Just five minutes is all I need.”

He shakes his head. “Tobias, find Danny and the band and stay with them. John, go with him.”

“I swear, I didn’t know it was going to escalate into something bad.” Siles starts tearing up.

“I don’t fucking believe it.” I storm out of the bus, with John on my heels. “Whose with them and where did they say they were going?” I ask John.