Page 40 of Reverb
Cold spiked through Mish. Fuck that goddamned dude. “How?”
“Faith said that the guy had a wristband, so I couldn’t have kept him out of the line.”
Adrian got a look like he’d been poked in the back of the head. “Oh fuck. The credit card. Of course.”
A second later, she got it, too. “If that fucker paid for that guy to be there, we can figure out who he is.” They knew the name of the guy who’d taken her ring, so in theory, they could work backward.
“The only thing I’m not sure about,” David said, “is privacy rights. I mean, I know you guys have the info, but I’m not a cop.”
Adrian mulled that over. “Yeah. We might have to bounce this off someone legal.”
More ice in Mish’s spine. She rubbed her hands over her face. Going to the police would mean public records. Sure, the attack earlier and the ring theft were known, but they’d kept the whole stalker thing out of the press. Easy enough to do. Everyone expected Mish to have some overenthusiastic male fans, since she was a woman.
“If it’s the last resort, let’s go to the cops.”
David patted her thigh. “I want to keep as much of this as I can out of the public eye. Pretty sure this guywantsto be known. Feels like he needs there to be a connection.”
Adrian scratched his stubbled chin. “What if there is one?”
They both looked at him.
“I mean,” he said, “the guy seems familiar with Mish. At least to my reading.”
Jesus. She wassureit wasn’t an ex. “Maybe I need to look at everything.”
Oh man, did David look unhappy with that statement.
“Really?” She stood and looked down at him. “You’re the one who said they shouldn’t keep things from me.”
David caught her hand, and Adrian raised an eyebrow at that, but fuck him. She focused on those dark eyes of David’s.
“I don’t intend to keep things from you. But you have a concert tonight.”
As if to punctuate his statement, the bus slowed and shifted and she nearly lost her balance. Rather than topple over, she sank down next to David. “I didn’t mean right this instant,” she muttered.
Adrian looked at the privacy curtain, his brow furrowed. “Let me see how much info I can get without involving lawyers.”
“Legally, please.” David hadn’t let go of her hand. She squeezed his.
Adrian’s smile was all teeth. “What do you take me for, some black hat hacker?”
“Oh,” David said, “I suspect your hat’s a little on the gray side.”
That smile didn’t fade from Adrian’s face. “We should get ready for the show. How about once we get to the hotel in New Hampshire, we all have a meeting? With the rest of the band, too?”
Shit, yeah. “We shouldn’t leave them out of this.” Mish reluctantly slipped her hand from David’s. “Especially since I yelled at Ray about that.”
The bus came to a stop with a jerk. Outside the darkly tinted window was a view of another vast parking lot surrounded by trees—another summer amphitheater. Back in her youth, she’d dreamed of having enough money to buy lawn seats to those blockbuster concerts. That girl would never have imagined performing on stage at one.
David stood. “That good with you? Adrian sees what he can find, then we lay it all out on the table?”
Mish tore her attention from the window. “Yeah. It’s a good plan.” She paused, then added, “I still don’t think it’s anyone I know, but I’ll consider that, too.”
“Don’t let it throw you off your game.” Real concern in David’s voice. And a twitch in Adrian’s smile before the latter left for the front of the bus.
She closed the distance between them and took David’s chin in her palm. “There’s something else I want in New Hampshire.”
“Yeah?” His eyes were wide, and the thrum of his pulse was visible in his sleek neck. “Tell me, baby.”
