Page 62 of When Stars Collide
“I grabbed it before you could open it.”
She cocked her head, waiting. He hesitated. “It’s from whoever’s playing mind games with you.”
“What is it?”
“A photo. You don’t need to see it. There’s no new information, and nothing will be gained from looking at it.”
“Don’t you think that’s for me to decide?”
“That’s why I’m telling you.”
The bell dinged for their floor. She nodded slowly, considering.
The door opened. He blocked it with his body to keep it from closing but didn’t get out. “You sang again today, and you can’t let something this stupid derail you. That’s why I’m asking you to let it go.”
She touched his arm. “I understand you’re looking out for me, but I have to see it.”
He’d known she’d say this. They stepped into the empty hallway with its plush carpet and softly glowing wall sconces. “I’m going to tell you what it is first,” he said.
She stopped walking. “Okay.”
“It’s a photograph of a gun.” He kept his voice calm and level. “A Smith & Wesson pistol.”
She sucked in her breath.
“My guess is that’s the kind of gun Adam used.”
She gave a short, tense nod.
“I suspect whoever is behind this wants you to think it’s a photo of the real thing, but it’s been copied from a site on the Internet.”
“I want to see it.”
“Leave it alone, Liv. There’s no point.”
“I have to see it.” She set off toward their rooms, her stilettos sinking stubbornly into the carpet.
He came up next to her. “If you even think about freaking out, I’ll never let you forget it.”
“Fair enough.” She passed the door to her suite and stopped in front of his, waiting for him to unlock the door. He needed to prepare her as best he could. “One more thing... There’s a bullshit message written across it.” He hated what he was about to tell her. “It says, ‘You made me pull the trigger.’ Now go ahead. Do your big freak-out just like whoever’s behind this wants you to do.”
Maybe he’d said the right thing because he liked the way she set her jaw. “Open that door.”
His suite was identical to hers, and she saw the opened envelope lying on the table. She marched toward it and pulled out the photo. He prepared himself for the worst, but instead of looking stricken, she looked mad as hell.
***
Thad hated sitting in the passenger seat with Olivia driving, but she’d insisted, and he’d only look like a sexist troll if he’d pressed her.
“You didn’t have to come with me,” she said, as they sped along I-78 toward Plainfield, New Jersey. “As a matter of fact, the way you keep twitching around and scowling makes me wish you hadn’t.”
“I like to drive, that’s all.”
“So do I. And I’m a better driver than you are.”
“You’re deluded.”
“I haven’t forgotten our Breckenridge trip. You speed.”
