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“Let’s hope he doesn’t, otherwise he’s going to get a face full of bear spray.” Diane’s voice is almost a snarl. She lowers the camera. “Sorry, guys, we’re going to have to finish this another day. I don’t think any of us are in the right mindset to finish.”
“Hell, I want to get out of here.” Trevor holds up his hands. “This has nothing to do with me, and I don’t want to become a target.”
“Oh, shut up!” Lucia swats him in the stomach. “As if anyone would make you a target. Do you need anything from us? We’re happy to help.”
“If you can give the cops a description, that would be a help.” Diane goes over to her desk. “I’m going to call them right now.”
I sit up.
“But what about the shoot? Shouldn’t we get it done?”
“Elle, someone tried to break into our studio, and it’s clear that he’s stalking you.” Diane frowns at me. “I know you’re in shock right now, but now isn’t the appropriate time to work.”
I want to argue about that - work is something I need to distract myself, especially after seeing those pictures of me. I can keep myself together until later. But Diane is right; this isn’t the appropriate time. I don’t think I can stop shaking long enough to do anything.
I bury my head in my hands. It feels like this day has been declining since the morning, and it’s hit rock bottom. I can’t take it anymore.
Chapter 24 Luke
“I think the boys are going to be celebrating for about a week after that win,” Marcus laughs as we leave the football stadium. The sounds of the players cheering and singing follows us out. “They’re so chuffed about that.”
“That sounds like an understatement,” I smile, getting out my phone and checking for any missed calls. Thankfully, there are none, and no messages, either. A surprising state for me that I wasn’t needed during that game. I put my phone away. “But they deserve that. They really stepped up to the game.”
“And against their rivals as well. That’s probably boosting their confidence right now.”
“What are the chances that they’re going to be drunk when they get back to training in the morning?”
“Highly likely. Ever tried playing sport with a hangover?”
Marcus scoffs.
“That’s nothing. We did that at university, didn’t we? I seem to remember playing soccer after a heavy night of drinking.”
I groan as I remember.
“God, don’t remind me. I’ve lost count of how many times you dragged us out to have fun, only to be dragged out again to play soccer.”
“We got an awesome breakfast afterwards, didn’t we? That helped with the hangover.”
“But did we have to play soccer before that? I swear they kept throwing more balls into the pitch to annoy us.”
Marcus laughs and nudges me.
“You do know that was the alcohol messing with your brain, don’t you?”
“And I still wonder why I let you do that to me.”
“Because you love me.”
“Don’t push it, Marcus.”
“Okay, I’ll stop.” Marcus checks his watch. “I’d better get going. I promised that I would be home tonight, and I don’t want the plane to be waiting for me.”
“Say hi to your wife for me.”
“Will do.” Marcus taps me on the shoulder with his fist. “I’ll call you later. See what else there is we can do.”
I hope there isn’t much to do tonight; I want to go to see Elle and Amy. Amy was talking about the pantomime of Jack and the Beanstalk, and I managed to get tickets to go into the front row.
