"Whoever left the note this morning has been in the house. Look." She points to a rose and a note on the bed. It appears that it hasn't been opened. Spike walks over to the note while putting his riding gloves on. With his gloved hand, he picks up the note and begins to read.
Your biker friends can't protect you.
Your biker boyfriend will go down with you.
When he finishes reading the note he pulls out his cell phone and dials. He holds the phone to his ear and a few seconds later begins to speak. "Hawk, hey. We've got a problem. Emma got another note."
He's listening to Hawk on the other end and then reads the note to Hawk. He listens some more and then says, "Ok, see you soon." He disconnects the line and looks over at Emma. "He's on his way."
Emma pushes past us and runs down the stairs. We hear the glass shattering before we see it and when we get downstairs, we see that she has thrown a beer bottle. She's frantically running around the house breaking glasses and bottles in her wake. Spike grabs her arm to stop her.
"Whoa there, darl'n. I think you have made your point."
"Let me throw it. It makes me feel better!" she yells.
"I know. I know it does. But you're making a mess and frankly, I don't think you or anyone else wants to clean it up," Spike says. He then adds, "I'm glad you're angry and I am glad that you're reacting to this as you are. But let's refocus that energy into finding this asshole and ending him once and for all." He takes a beer bottle out of her hand and takes it over to the kitchen counter.
He walks back over to her and says, "Are you feeling better now?" I am shocked by her behavior. She's always so passive; I have never seen her truly angry.
"I'm not a victim!" she states. She places her hands on her belly as if to reassure her child that everything is going to be alright.
I walk over to her and give her a hug. "Emma, we know that you're not a victim. Hawk will get this guy, I just know it."
"She's right, Emma. We'll get him," Dbag adds.
A few minutes later there's a knock at the door. Spike goes over to the door, looks out the side window, and then opens the door. Hawk hurriedly walks in and comes straight over to Emma. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine," she says. "Thanks for coming over this late."
"It's not a problem at all. Ice left your care in my hands and I won't let my brother down. So, what can you tell me about this last note?"
"Not much, really. I had gone up to bed and as soon as I walked into the bedroom and flicked on the light I saw the rose laying on my pillow and the piece of paper next to it. I didn't even touch it; I just reacted with a scream."
"A blood-curdling scream," I add. It’s probably not the most opportune moment to comment, but she scared the living shit out of me.
She looks over at me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She turns back to Hawk and says, "When I screamed, everyone showed up in my room. Spike went over and picked up the note and read it. I don't have anything else."
"Spike, first thing in the morning, you get these fucking locks changed." He turns back to Emma and says, "Emma, what can you tell me about Mark Grayson that I don't already know?"
"Hell, I don't know, Hawk. I really thought I knew the man, but over the course of the last several weeks I realize that I never really knew him at all."
"Does he have any other family that you can think of?"
"He had an aunt in New York that he spoke of once or twice, but not regularly and not enough for me to ask about her."
"Friends?"
"Nope, no friends. Well, except Skid, but we didn't know that until a couple of weeks ago. Do you think Skid could be doing this?"
"Possibly, but I doubt it."
"Why not Skid?"
"Well, it's not a biker move. We don't play games. If we're trying to get a point across or threaten someone, we just do it. Skid may be an asshole, but he's all biker. This isn't his style. His ego is too big to hide in the shadows."
"Should we call the police?"
Spike looks at Hawk and says, "You know, it wouldn't hurt to let Briggs know what's going on here. Hell, he might even be able to help."
