Page 40 of Blackstone's Heart
He used the drive to think about the events of the night before. How Krista had submitted so beautifully to him. Did she really want what she said? To give this, whatever the hell it was between them a real shot? Could he be what she wanted. Christ, what the hell was he doing? Getting involved with a client. Yet Krista was no ordinary client. She was his first love, and at one time had been one of his best friends.
Ethan pulled into his parking place outside Blackout, grabbed his bag and walked in. The first person he saw was Gage. "Morning Gage."
"Hey boss. How's Krista?" Gage asked, flipping through the file he held.
"She's fine. Why do you ask?" Ethan answered, lifting a brow.
"Um, the woman threatened to cut off my balls when I tried to stop her from coming here yesterday. I just want to make sure I'm still on her good side. She's scary when she's pissed." Gage stated, looking up at Ethan.
Ethan laughed. "Brother you have no idea how scary she can be."
The two walked into the conference room and found Grant and Lance waiting. "Just got the Fire Department's report." Grant said.
"What does it say?" Ethan asked as he sat down.
"The explosives used were a homemade job. The investigator thinks the guy looked up homemade explosives online or something. It was a good homemade job, but with enough mistakes that says this guys doesn’t work with explosives daily. There were traces of ammonium nitrate and what looks like gunpowder. Course, anyone with a basic knowledge of chemistry and the internet could build something like this." Grant reported.
"Dammit. This asshole's fucking with us now. The cheap gifts, this homemade pipe bomb. What's he trying to say?" Ethan grumbled and he pushed out of his chair and began pacing.
"Nick also received a letter yesterday." Lance added reluctantly.
Ethan froze and faced his men. In two strides he was at the table where Lance was laying the letter on the table. His blood boiled as he read the words.
I warned you to stay away from the police and the F.B.I but you didn't listen. How is your daughter these days? And that faggot agent of hers? Their pain, their injuries are your fault!
You're making me do these things. Making me hurt my beloved Kris. She and I belong together. I don't want to hurt her but if you continue to keep interfering I will have no choice.
Mark my words Nicholas Jameson, your daughter will be mine and mine alone!
"Fuck!" Ethan roared. "Does Krista know about this?"
"Nick said he hasn't told her yet. He wanted us to see it first." Lance answered.
Ethan started pacing again as his mind raced. "Alright, I'll call Nick and find out what he wants to do. Gage, get this to Tony. I want you two working whatever tech magic you have. I don't expect us to find anything but maybe we'll get lucky. He's pissed. That means he could make a mistake."
"You got it." Gage nodded, taking the letter and heading out.
"With Jerry in the hospital, who's taking care of her fan mail?" Ethan questioned.
"Krista said she would. All her fan mail is delivered to a P.O. box at the UPS store on Far West Boulevard. When I asked why there instead of the post office, she said her favorite coffee shop is just down the street." Lance said.
"What are you thinking Ethan?" Grant inquired.
"If Nick got a letter this morning, there's a good chance she might too." Ethan voiced, his worry crystal clear in his voice.
***
Krista sat at Ethan's kitchen table with her laptop and was about to check her e-mail when a knock on the back door made her jump. Slowly and quietly she stood and made her way to the door. Carefully she peaked through the curtain then sighed when she saw Grant standing on the back stoop.
"Damn you Grant. You scared me." She chastised.
"Sorry baby girl," Grant apologized with a sheepish grin. "I thought Ethan would have texted you that I was coming."
"He said you would be swinging by but I didn’t think it would be a mere ten minutes after he texted me.” She smirked then reached for the coffee pot. “Want some coffee?"
"Sure." Grant nodded.
She refilled her cup and poured one for Grant. Handing him his, she sat at the table next to him. “Okay, what’s going on?”
