Before our conversation could continue, my phone rang. I grabbed it off the coffee table and saw Anson’s name on the screen.
Evan adjusted his sunglasses and sat forward.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hey.” Anson sounded breathless.
I straightened my spine and put him on speakerphone.
“What’s wrong?” I demanded.
“The tour bus is on fire.”
“What?” I said, looking over at Evan. They’d decided to take the bus for the remainder of the tour because Rosalie was tired of a different hotel every night. “Are you OK? Is Rosalie?—”
“She’s fine. Everyone is fine. I got us a room for the night. No flights out, so we have to cancel another show.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Evan snarled. “I’m coming?—”
“No, man. Hold off. There’s nothing you can do. Everyone is safe. Cops are on it. Fucking press is on it.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “No leads.”
“Do they think it was her stalker?” I asked tightly, knowing damn well it was.
“Yeah. He left another severed body part behind.”
Evan swore softly under his breath. “Anson, bring her home. Cancel the rest of the shows. It’s not safe.”
“I tried. She is adamant about finishing this shit out. She bitched me up and down when I was on the phone to Alex about it tonight.”
“Where is she?” I asked. “I’ll talk to her.”
“She’s sleeping.” He sighed. “I think we should back off the tour, too, but you know Rosalie. She won’t.”
I rubbed my eyes. “I’ll come out there. Both Evan and I?—”
“No, it’s bad enough I have Dante Church breathing down my neck. He’s a one-man army on his own if he shows up here again. He’s a fucking rabid dog. I won’t be surprised if I wake in the morning and he’s glaring down at me.” Anson let out a soft groan. “Fuck, I hate this shit. I find out who did this, and I’ll kill him.”
“I have men on it. Nothing comes up. He’s good.” I shook my head. “We’ll keep digging.”
“Tell her I love her,” Evan said. “That I’ll be there in a heartbeat. She just needs to say the word.”
“I will. For now, let’s just finish this shit out. We have Chicago in a few days,” he said tightly.
“We have a lot of support in Chicago. The kings. Even the horsemen,” I said, not wanting to drag them in on it, but I’d reach out personally to Lorenzo De Luca if it came down to it. Plus, we had Dante and the watchers. I had my doubts that anything would get past them. I was hoping it was the safest place for her.
“Anson,” Evan started.
“I know, man. I know,” Anson said softly. “I know you’re worried. I am too. This shit is too much. Fucking body parts. Fires. I just… Fuck.”
“Do you think it’s…underground related?” Evan asked.
I snapped my attention over to him and frowned.
“Everett has been missing for a long time. I-I don’t know. I doubt it because he knows what awaits him if he’s found by Dante. I can’t imagine him being so fucking stupid as to pull a stunt like this.” Anson cleared his throat. “But I’m suspicious. I’ll talk to Dante about it.”
“It’s the only thing we have. I’ll follow-up. See if there’s been any noise on the streets. I’ll give Levin a call.”
“Let me know what he says,” Anson said. “I need to go. I’ll let you guys know if anything happens. I love you.”
