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The three of us chatted for a few more minutes and then my dad glanced at his watch. "Well, I guess it's time for this old codger to go home."
"It was nice to have you both come out for dinner and the set. We should do it more often."
"We should," my father said. He wheeled his way out of the bar, with Elaine and me in tow. I walked them to the coat check and then to the car, which was waiting at the door.
"Goodnight," I said and leaned down to kiss my dad once more and then gave Elaine a hug and kiss. "We'll talk soon about Nassau."
"Sounds good."
They drove off just as a few faint drops of rain fell. It was cold enough that it could almost have been snow, but thankfully, wasn't. I wrapped my arms around myself and glanced up at the sky, which was overcast, the lights of the city reflecting off them. A few cars down the curb, I saw a door open and John stepped out of the vehicle. He stood beside the car and watched me and I remembered that I had security following me everywhere I went.
I waved at him and then went back inside, sad that it had come to this.
* * *
The tables were all crowded by the time I got back and so I sat at the bar and faced the stage, eager to see the second set and learn my fate once the night was finished. Before the guys could get on stage, my cell vibrated. I removed it to find a text from Drake.
DRAKE: Don't get frightened, but I just received a threat from Lisa's brother. I called John and then I spoke with the police and gave them the number. They'll do a trace on it to see if they can identify the caller, but I recognize the voice. They're going to Monroe's house and will report back once they speak with him. If it was him, it'll be a contravention of his bail and the restraining order and he could go to jail without a chance for bail until the trial. I'm going to come out immediately so we can get Sophie and take her to the hotel.
KATE: Oh, Drake... I'm scared. What did he say?
DRAKE: Don't be scared -- we'll be fine. His message was: "I'm coming to get you, you sick bastard. You're going to pay for what you did to my sister." I thought it might be some random troll trying to screw around with me, but it sounded like him. We should be on the safe side and leave. The band's going to continue playing but without me.
KATE: Okay. I'm at the bar.
I glanced up at the stage to see Drake emerging from the back room. He scanned the crowd and found me. Our eyes met and I nodded and held my cell up.
Drake turned to Ken and they spoke and Ken laid a hand on Drake's shoulder. It looked like he was reassuring Drake that it was okay for him to leave.
After they shook hands, Drake picked up his guitar, slid it into its case, and slung it over his shoulder. Then, he came over to me, threading his way through the tables.
"Are we going home?" I asked when he got to me, his hands on my arms. "Do the police want you to make a statement or anything?"
"I spoke with them already over the phone but they will want me to come down and make a formal statement," he said. "They'll want to see my cell and they should be able to tell if it's Monroe."
My heart sped up. "You think it was, right?"
"Yes, I'm afraid I do."
"Oh, God." I hugged him, my eyes filling with tears.
Drake broke the embrace and took my hand. "Let's go."
I retrieved my coat from coat check and we went out the back to where John and another of the bodyguards were standing. John had his hand on his hip, where I knew he had a sidearm.
They took the threat seriously.
"Dr. Morgan, Mrs. Morgan," John said, his voice all business. "Please get in the vehicle now. We'll stop off at the police station so you can give a statement and then we'll pick up Sophie and take you to the hotel."
We did, sliding into the back seat and fastening our seat belts while John got in the front.
"I just spoke with Detective Gates at the NYPD that they received a call from one of Monroe's family members that he was armed and had been talking about finding you and making you pay for his sister's incarceration. The family member tried to stop him, but was unable and so they called 9-1-1 immediately. The operator called NYPD with the threat information and they contacted me as the head of your security detail so now we know he was the one who send you that message."
"What should we do about Sophia?" Drake asked, his voice concerne
d. "Is it safe for her at home? Sophie's there with a babysitter."
"I sent a security detail to watch your house, front and back. If Monroe tries to get into your building, we'll take him down. He must know your home address and phone, both of which are publicly accessible. You might want to reconsider that."
