Page 91 of Robin and Marian
“I know. I hacked Guy’s phone.” He held up his own.
“But… but how? You couldn’t even get into his safe without his keycard.”
He looked hurt. “All I had to do was send him a text from you with a link. That’s simple in comparison.”
“A text from me?”
“Of course—why would he suspect you of hacking his phone? It’s not like you’re a genius.” She supposed that was payback. Before she could retort, he pushed his phone into her hands while he re-tied his mask, and she saw a split screen with Guy’s messages on one side of it. She scanned through his texts:
UNKNOWN NUMBER: “I know what you did—you tried to have Scarlett killed.”
GUY: “Who is this?”
UNKNOWN NUMBER: “A concerned party.”
GUY: “You can’t stop me.”
Fear trailed through Marian as she reread it. She’d hoped they hadn’t been right about those accidents, but no! Guy had been behind them all along. She felt sick with worry. Scarlett was in danger.
Tuck finally got his mask tied on and yanked back his phone. “Guy got that ten minutes ago,” he said.
That long ago? Marian grappled with her phone and called Scarlett this time. She wasn’t answering. “Who’s the other number?” she asked Tuck.
“It’s from a burner phone.”
“Can you call it back?”
He gave her an exasperated look. “That’sa lotof work, Marian, but I already checked with a few people to see who it was. Well, actually I couldn’t get a hold of Little John, so…”
“So you’ve asked no one,” she accused. She called Little John next. He needed to know that the threat against Scarlett was real. Her call rang and rang until it went to voicemail. She left a harried message telling him that Scarlett was in danger before circling back to Tuck. “Who else would know anything about Guy?” she asked.
“The sheriff, Richard…” He snapped his fingers in sudden inspiration. “Alan!”
Alan? What did he care? Robin had said that he was tangled up in this. He was probably having an affair with Jana Prinz. Still, that didn’t mean that he wanted Scarlett killed. And of anyone, he would know who might want to do it. Still, she had never bothered to get his number. “We’ve got to find someone who can help us—Little John, Alan, anybody!”
“In this crowd?”
They had no choice. They pushed into the milling throng. She texted Robin as she went: “Your sister is missing! Have you seen her?”
His reply was almost immediate:“No. She won’t answer my calls.”
That wasn’t good. It was impossible to find anyone in this crush. Many of the festival goers wore animal masks, and being dressed as the May Queen was even worse since people kept trying to stop her for pictures. She was only slowing Tuck down, and he split off from her to keep searching. In a matter of minutes, she’d ripped the crown from her head and tried to wipe some of the makeup from her face, knowing she now looked like a tortured waif. She’d stand out in the crowd more than Scarlett would.
“Marian!” Alan grabbed her by the arms, looking desperate. His auburn hair flew over his eyes and he looked like he hadn’t slept for days. “Where’s Scarlett? I’m afraid something bad’s happened to her!”
He no longer looked the calm and collected musician, though he was still wearing the same white t-shirt and loose jeans from yesterday, his shoulders and chest heaving in his panicked hunt for his wife. Marian hated him for what he’d done to Scarlett, but now that he was here, she was desperate for his help. “I don’t know where she is. She’s not answering my texts.”
“She’s not answering mine either. I’m afraid for her, Marian. I think Guy will kill her.”
“Aren’t you working with him?”
His trembling mouth dropped open. “You ask me that? She’s my wife! Please, will you just get Robin? Maybe he knows where she’s at. I’ll keep looking!”
Searching his terrified face, she knew they were on the same side. “Guy…” she protested. “I’m supposed to meet Guy.”
“Are you crazy? I’ll take care of Guy. Go!”
Marian left him to find his wife while she took off running toward the main house and Robin, picking up her skirts as she went. She was out of ideas and texted him again:“Robin! Anything from Scarlett yet?”
