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Harlow accompanied us to Brodie’s room, where the hair and styling crew waited.
“You’ve got five interviews post-show,” Harlow explained. “I’ve pre-screened the questions and will be on site. Let’s try and give them appealing sound-bites and hints at the upcoming album and tour. Van, I’d like you to join us. The press loves your relationship with Brodie, so let’s play up that angle. Give them more of what they want. Insights into your life with one of the hottest singers on the planet.”
“One of?” Brodie replied, and the rest of us chuckled.
There was a knock at the door, and Bibi stuck her head around. “Holls, do you have a moment?”
“Sure,” I replied. “I’ll be right back.”
I followed her out into the hallway.
“What’s up?”
“That came for you.” She pointed to a box on the floor just outside the second dressing room. In it sat a large bouquet of white roses with red tips.
“It’s probably from the label or something. Or some fan. You can put them anywhere.”
Suddenly, Dawson was walking down the hallway and nodded at Bibi.
“Regan told me Holls received a gift. Did you see the delivery person?”
Bibi shook her head. “The flowers were there when I arrived. I just spotted Iain’s name on the envelope.”
Dawson crouched down to grab the small card clipped to the flowers.
Dawson opened the card. “Fuck.”
“What? Who is it from?” Bibi looked at me.
He stood up and showed us the card.
Iain,
This is a reminder that I’m thinking of you, no matter how far apart we are.
Don’t keep ignoring my messages. I love you, but my patience is running out.
Dawson tapped on his earpiece. “Regan, please head downstairs to the dressing room. We have a problem.”
“What’s this about?” Bibi asked.
“Keep this between us,” Dawson warned. “But someone’s been sending Iain disturbing text messages over the past month. Ever since the break-in.”
Bibi’s face fell. “A stalker?”
“It sounds like it, but there’s been no direct threat so far.”
“If only I’d been here earlier,” Bibi started. “Maybe I would’ve?—”
“Chances are the delivery person has no idea what this is about. They’re just the messenger.”
Regan hurried down the hallway, and when she stepped up beside us, she glanced down at the flowers. Dawson held up the note. She read it and sighed.
“Okay, I’m going to find out where this delivery came from. Let’s see if we can trace the payment. Did anyone sign for the arrival?”
“I told Dawson the flowers were here when I arrived,” Bibi explained.
“Daws, take pictures of this and then dispose of the flowers. I’ll get all our team on stage for a briefing. I’m calling Greg to give him an update, and we go from there.”
