Okay, he had a few decent points.
“At least before you told Jeremey and the entire tour group, but he was already on the tour then,” he continued. “You could also be making a mountain out of a molehill. We were in a group all night. He was bound to be near you a few times.”
“Yeah, but.” I held the phone out to him. “I never got his face on camera. That’s weird.”
He did that thing where he ran his thumb over his jaw again. “Who knows with you? Either way, it’s best I don’t let you out of my sight for the next few days. You make enemies everywhere.”
“We need more investigation pieces. And I have to review the boat footage.” I turned back to my phone as someone knocked on my condo door. “Can you get that?”
“Sure, sure. Now I can add butler to my résumé,” he said. He walked to the door, spoke to someone, and then dropped a plain white envelope on the table beside me. “You’ve got a letter.”
A letter? “That’s weird.”
“Yeah, so be fucking careful as you open it.”
6
Dane tapped the envelope twice when I didn’t grab it. “Are you going to open that?”
“Do I have to?” He’d just given me the entire speech about safety.
Something about this note made me worry. A bunch of red flags went off in my head. Who would send me a note at a rented condo in Charleston? I highly doubted it was from Elenore. Which meant Dane was probably going to yell.
“You do, princess.”
I sucked in a breath, grabbed the envelope and did a quick check for anthrax. “Fine, but it’s probably nothing.”
My thumb slid into the opening, and I tore the top back, revealing a folded-over piece of paper. Just wonderful. No one sent anything good on a folded piece of notebook paper. I pulled it free and scanned the message before handing it to Dane and preparing for his upcoming lecture.
“Let William rest in peace. Or else,” Dane said as he read the note again. “That’s reassuring. Just wonderful! Less than forty-eight hours and you get a threatening letter. That has to be a record, Delaney.”
So dramatic.
I flipped the envelope over. “No return address.”
“Of course not. Why would they make it that easy?”
It would be nice for one thing.
Why weren’t the scary criminal types ever nice?
“This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Dane. It might be…” I searched for a word that wouldn’t send him into a tizzy.
He dropped the paper. “It’s a warning, princess. Or else never means a cupcake.”
“You know what? I’m hungry,” I lied. “It would be better to review this footage over chips and salsa.”
Dane signed. “Are you talking about that Tacos & Tequilla place down the street?”
“Dane, it’s too early for tequila.”
“What am I going to do with you?” he asked, turning off the television. “You’re not going to take this seriously at all.”
We were so getting tacos. “We should get cheese dip if they have it.”
What was I thinking? They were a taco place. They’d have cheese dip.
Dane pulled at the bottom of his black T-shirt. “You’re really not worried about this note? I’m going to send images of it to headquarters.”
