He and Layla had a deal. No strings. No complications. As though it were really that easy. But just the thought of her beautiful face with her lovely gray-blue eyes and inviting lips had him longing to kiss her.
He shook free of the thought and read the screen.
The battery was low. It could die at any second. But the text wasn’t from Layla. It came from Malina.
I know you’re out. We’ll talk soon. For now, get some rest. You have an interview in 2 days (Tues) w/Rolling Stone. LMK if u want me to send someone from our team to join you. If not, call me the second it’s over. Details TK.
Tommy knew that someone from our team was code for babysitter. Clearly Malina didn’t trust his ability to handle an important interview. He needed to prove he could do it on his own. His whole life he’d dreamed of a piece in Rolling Stone. Actually, he’d dreamed of landing the cover, but he’d take what he could get. Besides, he had two days to rest up and get his head together.
Got it. No worries. Talk soon.
He sent the reply and was in search of a phone charger when his doorbell rang.
Again, his first thought was Layla. Maybe she’d stopped by?
He opened the door to find a package placed just outside. His name was typed on a label affixed to the front, but there was no return address, and whoever had left it was already gone.
A second envelope tucked inside contained a series of black-and-white photos. The images were grainy, clearly taken from a surveillance camera, though there was no mistaking that the subject was Tommy.
What the—?
He gaped in disbelief. The photos were of him standing outside Night for Night. The time and date stamp showed they were taken the night Madison had gone missing, moments after she’d entered the building.
The photos slipped through his fingers as a wave of panic washed over him. It wasn’t what it looked like. He had only followed her because she’d accidentally left her keys with him and he wanted to return them and make sure she was okay. He’d never even made it inside.
Up until that moment, Tommy had been sure Ira was the only one who’d known about it. He’d even promised Tommy he’d erased the images in a move to protect him.
At the time, Tommy had felt conflicted. He was grateful Ira had spared him the grief of Detective Larsen ever learning of the surveillance footage, and outraged that Ira could think Tommy capable of harming anyone, much less Madison.
He swiped a trembling hand through his hair and fought to steady his breath. His pulse raced, his body sheened with sweat. He felt like a hunted animal, like he was on the verge of a full-blown panic attack. Clearly Ira hadn’t really handled it, and if there were more photos out there . . .
Shit! Angrily, he paced the room. He was out of jail. He had an interview with Rolling Stone lined up, and now this. Just when things were finally looking up, the universe slapped him back down with something new to worry about.
He was scooping the photos into a pile when he noticed a note scrawled on the back of one of the pictures.
Only a few of us know these exist
They were taken moments after you and Madison kissed
It looks as though you could be to blame
But you’ll have nothing to fear if you agree to my game
The rules are easy to abide
If you follow them, you’ll have nothing to hide
Though I warn you not to let on to your friends
If you do, they’ll meet some very sad ends
Best if you do as I say
Otherwise there will be hell to pay.
The words were written in a thick, black felt marker. No cartoon cat or curlicue scrawl like on the notes Layla had received, but the tone was similar, and he knew he’d better take it seriously. Whoever had sent it had considerable power and reach, which only convinced Tommy that Ira was behind it.
Ira was a world-class manipulator and control freak. A game like this was right up his alley. This was his way of letting Tommy know he was willing to protect him, but only if Tommy did what he wanted. Clearly Ira had to be stopped before this went any further.
Still, Tommy needed to proceed with care. If Ira so much as sensed Tommy was onto him, he wouldn’t hesitate to make good on his word. Ira was way more powerful, connected, and immoral than Tommy and his friends combined.
For now, Tommy would play along, which meant steering clear of Layla. As much as he missed her, he wouldn’t risk putting her in any more danger than she already was.
He carried the pile of photos to the fireplace and spread them over the bed of fireglass. Then he stood back, clicked the remote, and watched the flames shoot up, licking away at the edges, leaving nothing but ashes behind.
SEVENBLUE AIN’T YOUR COLOR
Compared to the last several weeks of her life, her new room with its single brass daybed, wall-to-wall shag carpeting, and en suite bathroom with the rust-stained tub and Pepto-Bismol pink tiles was nothing but luxury.
Still, Madison couldn’t wait to break free.
Paul had a plan; a lead even. According to him, he was working hard on tracking it down and would divulge all the details if and when it panned out.
But Madison was tired of depending on Paul. It was his job to protect her from the very thing that had happened. She’d paid him a lot of money over the years to handle every aspect of her security detail, and her trust had never once wavered. She’d actually felt lucky to have the best in the business at her disposal. And yet, he’d gone and failed her in the worst way imaginable. She
