I pulled out my phone and called the detective who was working on her case.
“Hey, it’s Anson,” I said as Detective Hanson answered the phone. “Someone left Rosalie a note in her jacket pocket.”
I launched into telling him everything as I stuck the note into a small plastic baggie.
“We’ll catch up,” Detective Hanson said. “Keep that note. We might be able to get prints off it, but I highly doubt it. I’m sure whoever this is has covered their tracks in that respect. Keep your eyes open, Anson. We’ll get this sorted.”
“Thanks,” I said before we said our goodbyes.
Dante and Trent came back inside, and I looked to them.
“Anything?”
“Nothing, but I don’t think we should stick around,” Dante said, his eyes on Rosalie. “Sister, are you well?”
“I’m scared,” Rosalie whispered, her voice trembling.
“Let’s cancel the tour, baby,” I said for what felt like the millionth time as I turned to her. “It’s only a couple of shows?—”
“No.” She shook her head, her curls bouncing. “Things are bad right now. The stalker, the-the sex tape. If I back out, it looks like I’m falling apart. I can’t do that. I-I’ll finish out this tour.”
“LeeLee, come on,” I urged. “I’m worried?—”
“I’m going to go lie down,” she mumbled, moving back to the room. I sighed as she closed the door behind her.
“I admire her bravery,” Trent said.
“She’s so damn stubborn,” I muttered. “We need to get back on the road. Leo is tired and sleeping. I’ll drive.”
“I’ll keep you company,” Ryder said.
I nodded. “Everyone else, get some sleep if you can. I don’t think it’s safe sitting here.”
I watched as Dante said nothing and went to the room Rosalie was in instead of his bunk. He caught my eye as he closed the door behind him.
“He’s going to sleep in there with her,” Trent murmured.
I nodded tightly. I knew he was.
“Come on, man.” Ryder clapped me on the shoulder. “The show must go on.”
He was right, so I turned and went to the driver’s seat and settled in.
The more distance we put between us and this nightmare, the better.
28
ETHAN
“Where are you going?” Cole asked for the tenth time since I said I was going out. I knew he said he was meeting with a group tonight to study, which was weird to me since he rarely studied, but every now and again, he would join these groups and stay out for hours.
He leaned against my doorway to my bathroom as I tried to get my hair to cooperate. I’d let it grow out over the years, and it was on the messy side. Laz liked to tug on it, and I didn’t want to cut it because he would twist his fingers in it while he sat on my lap. I figured it was a comfort thing for him, and fuck me if I’d take it away from him.
The tabloids had been running wild with Rosalie and Enzo’s sex tape and her stalker. I hadn’t spoken to her since the tape surfaced, and I didn’t even know if my ticket to her show was still valid, but tonight was the night, so I’d damn well try to get in. We’d made plans to meet at a diner in the city after the show, but again, I didn’t know if those plans were still in place.
“Out,” I mumbled. I didn’t want him to know I was going to see Rosalie. He’d been pretty quiet about her all week.
Enzo put out a statement saying he was engaged to her and he was heartbroken their private lives were invaded in such a disgusting way, and that he wished her nothing but the best in her marriage to Anson.
