Page 52 of Bishop's Queen

Not that he could… seeing as Titan wasn’t law enforcement. But the doorman didn’t know that. Bishop wanted to get back to Ella, and this guy wasn’t a bad dude. This arrangement just stank.

The doorman hemmed and hawed but didn’t touch the stinking flowers. “Did you want to see the card?”

“It came with a card?”

Using a pen to shove over a piece of paper on the desk, the guy sent it Bishop’s way. He’d assumed the delivery had been couriered for a specific name. Maybe this was why he wasn’t an investigator. Stepping forward, his stomach dropped at the message.

Good luck at the Bloggies. Tonight will be your best awards show ever.

It wasn’t an outright threat, but in his mind, hell yeah, it was. “Thanks.”

Bishop ground his molars together and called the situation in to Titan along with a couple of pictures. Rocco and Parker could contact the FBI.

Whatever was going on with Ella’s stalker, Bishop didn’t get it. Psychobabble wasn’t anywhere near his expertise, but whoever wanted to mess with her was doing a decent job of creeping him out.

And for that, Bishop wanted to nail the fucker.

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