James’s phone broke the conversation. He plucked
the cell from his belt and answered it. “Hey, Alton.”
“We have movement on the e-mail account. It’s pretty graphic. He
intends to strike...and soon.” He sighed heavily.
“Were you able to trace the feed?” James could feel his blood
pressure skyrocketing.
“Yeah! But...” Alton sucked a breath in through his teeth.
James was quickly losing his temper. “But what, Alton!”
“He ran it from an Internet Coffeehouse downtown on Fourth
Street. We have him on tape, but he used a stolen credit card. The
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owner of the card died two days ago in a suspicious car crash. The
sheriff said someone cut the fucker’s brake line.” His voice raised an
octave. “We got a trace on the card. I’m sending you the contents
now. You should have it momentarily.”
“Alton, I’m going to need the team here first thing in the
morning,” he said, running his hand through his hair roughly.
“They’re on their way, James. Check out the e-mail, bro. I’ll call
when I have more.”
James heard the phone click dead and raced for his laptop.
Rainne seemed fixed in the kitchen, her eyes glued to him.
Opening the e-mail, James was taken aback at the aggression.
Don’t think for a minute that your new boyfriend and his friends
are going to chase me away.
You’re mine! Make no mistake about that, Rainne!
You shouldn’t deny me, Rainne. I’d hate to see anything happen to
Merlyn, your friends, or your precious clients. I’ll be seeing you very soon, my little freak. I can’t wait to hear the new song. Be sure to wear the blue skirt. I’ll enjoy peeling it off of you later that night.
The e-mail was accompanied by a few pictures of his penis and
assorted sexual torture devices. This guy is definitely a sicko, James thought angrily. “Rainne, where does your band practice?”
Looking up from chewing her fingernails, she bucked off the
counter she was leaning against and walked over to him. Bending
down to study the e-mail, she gasped. “A
warehouse
downtown...wait,” she exclaimed. “How does he know about the new
song?” Her eyes narrowed.
“I think he’s bugged your practice space. My team will be here in
the morning. We need access to the warehouse.” His chest tightened
with a possessive fury he’d never felt before. He’d be damned if this
guy would come within a hundred yards of her. He’d kill him first.
Jesus, he had never been a jealous man, but between Phillip, the
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unknown men she’d have to dance with tonight at the party, and the
sick bastard stalking her, James was pretty sure he would be bald
from tearing out his own hair by the time this mission was finished.
Staring wide-eyed at the disturbing images, she nodded absently.
“Sure...Sure, not a problem. I have practice tomorrow anyway. Your
team can crash there if they like. It’s pretty big, and it’s loaded with furniture. Shit, is that the time? I have to start getting ready.” Jumping up, she headed towards the bedroom.
Looking down at his own watch, he marveled. “We have hours till
we have to leave! What’s the rush?”
“It will take me that long to be able to pass Carol’s inspection,”
she called from the other room.
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Chapter 6
James stood in the living room buttoning his suit and adjusting his
cufflinks. “We’re going to be late. Are you ready yet?” he asked
impatiently, ready to get this night over with.
“I think so,” Rainne said nervously.
James looked up to see Rainne come out of her bedroom. His
breath halted. She was dressed in a floor-length, fire-engine red dress, long-sleeved, with the neckline just hinting at the top of her shoulders.
His gaze flowed downward to see delicate-looking high heels, of the
same color, carrying her forward. Her deep brown, riotous curls
cascaded down her back, being held from her face by platinum and
diamond butterfly
the cell from his belt and answered it. “Hey, Alton.”
“We have movement on the e-mail account. It’s pretty graphic. He
intends to strike...and soon.” He sighed heavily.
“Were you able to trace the feed?” James could feel his blood
pressure skyrocketing.
“Yeah! But...” Alton sucked a breath in through his teeth.
James was quickly losing his temper. “But what, Alton!”
“He ran it from an Internet Coffeehouse downtown on Fourth
Street. We have him on tape, but he used a stolen credit card. The
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owner of the card died two days ago in a suspicious car crash. The
sheriff said someone cut the fucker’s brake line.” His voice raised an
octave. “We got a trace on the card. I’m sending you the contents
now. You should have it momentarily.”
“Alton, I’m going to need the team here first thing in the
morning,” he said, running his hand through his hair roughly.
“They’re on their way, James. Check out the e-mail, bro. I’ll call
when I have more.”
James heard the phone click dead and raced for his laptop.
Rainne seemed fixed in the kitchen, her eyes glued to him.
Opening the e-mail, James was taken aback at the aggression.
Don’t think for a minute that your new boyfriend and his friends
are going to chase me away.
You’re mine! Make no mistake about that, Rainne!
You shouldn’t deny me, Rainne. I’d hate to see anything happen to
Merlyn, your friends, or your precious clients. I’ll be seeing you very soon, my little freak. I can’t wait to hear the new song. Be sure to wear the blue skirt. I’ll enjoy peeling it off of you later that night.
The e-mail was accompanied by a few pictures of his penis and
assorted sexual torture devices. This guy is definitely a sicko, James thought angrily. “Rainne, where does your band practice?”
Looking up from chewing her fingernails, she bucked off the
counter she was leaning against and walked over to him. Bending
down to study the e-mail, she gasped. “A
warehouse
downtown...wait,” she exclaimed. “How does he know about the new
song?” Her eyes narrowed.
“I think he’s bugged your practice space. My team will be here in
the morning. We need access to the warehouse.” His chest tightened
with a possessive fury he’d never felt before. He’d be damned if this
guy would come within a hundred yards of her. He’d kill him first.
Jesus, he had never been a jealous man, but between Phillip, the
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unknown men she’d have to dance with tonight at the party, and the
sick bastard stalking her, James was pretty sure he would be bald
from tearing out his own hair by the time this mission was finished.
Staring wide-eyed at the disturbing images, she nodded absently.
“Sure...Sure, not a problem. I have practice tomorrow anyway. Your
team can crash there if they like. It’s pretty big, and it’s loaded with furniture. Shit, is that the time? I have to start getting ready.” Jumping up, she headed towards the bedroom.
Looking down at his own watch, he marveled. “We have hours till
we have to leave! What’s the rush?”
“It will take me that long to be able to pass Carol’s inspection,”
she called from the other room.
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Chapter 6
James stood in the living room buttoning his suit and adjusting his
cufflinks. “We’re going to be late. Are you ready yet?” he asked
impatiently, ready to get this night over with.
“I think so,” Rainne said nervously.
James looked up to see Rainne come out of her bedroom. His
breath halted. She was dressed in a floor-length, fire-engine red dress, long-sleeved, with the neckline just hinting at the top of her shoulders.
His gaze flowed downward to see delicate-looking high heels, of the
same color, carrying her forward. Her deep brown, riotous curls
cascaded down her back, being held from her face by platinum and
diamond butterfly
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