Page 125 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

“Ah, I understand discretion, Miss York. This is DC.”

I flushed. “It’s not an affair so much as we just don’t like to advertise.” I blew out a breath. “Alexander Nash is his name.” At his blank look, I folded my arms across my chest. “Unless y

ou’re a musician, or a music aficionado, you probably wouldn’t have heard of him. He’s a producer.”

“Ah.” He nodded and scribbled a few more things. “Is there a way to get a hold of him?”

I nodded. “I can contact him.”

“I’d appreciate a phone number.”

“I’m afraid I can’t give that out. Not my number to give. However, I can give you the head of our label.”

His face, originally open and genial, suddenly closed down. “Is that like giving me the name of your lawyer? I’m trying to help. You do understand that, correct?”

“I do. And I’m not trying to be difficult.” Except obviously, I was. I huffed out a breath. “Can I call my manager at least? Then I’ll know what steps to take.”

“At this hour?”

“She’s on the west coast. It shouldn’t be too hard to find her.”

He inclined his head and held out his card. “This is my information. While you’re making the call, I’ll speak with security.” Then he stepped out into the hall, which should have been nearly empty. Instead, it was now buzzing with so many people that my gut wouldn’t stop churning.

I contemplated calling Jamie, but I didn’t need her brand of crazy added to the night.

I dug out my phone. I didn’t really want to go straight to Donovan this late at night. Hell, Lila Crandall wasn’t exactly at the top of my list either. I was about to cause a shitstorm.

It wasn’t as if I didn’t deal with stalkers on the regular. Being a female lead singer, it kind of came with the territory. But this wasn’t the only incident.

I’d considered the random phone calls with the odd messages as pranks or just as general weirdness. I still hadn’t had a chance to do the reverse lookup on the number, but I had changed mine just in case. When no more calls came in, I’d pushed them to the back of my mind.

There was a reason why I often changed my number. People sold celebrity phone numbers all the time. But the fact that the calls had come in on my very personal phone, the one that only a handful of people knew—

Well, it wasn’t good. So, I’d ditched the number and gotten a new one.

It might not be related—probably wasn’t—but I was a careful woman. Shoving my head in the sand had never been my style.

I tapped Lila’s name in my contacts. I didn’t have to wait more than two rings.

“Lindsey?”

“Hey, Lila.”

“What happened?”

I hated to put that worry in her voice. Even with the icy reserve Lila often affected, any call after nine in the evening rarely meant good news.

Quickly and concisely, I gave her a breakdown of what had happened.

“Officer Jakoby, you said?”

“Yes.” I rattled off his contact information.

Lila repeated it back to me. “You were right to call me. Most of these isolated situations are usually someone acting out, but we both know there have been instances where it got out of hand.”

I swallowed and tried not to picture what had happened to Logan. His stalker had absolutely terrorized him and his now-wife. I’d been on the fringes of some of it and had my own scatter of intense fans who’d tipped over the edge to stalking, but what had occurred with Logan and Bella was beyond.

“Normally, I’m good with most of the sexist pranks. Hell, I’m almost immune to them.” I let out a long breath. “This didn’t feel quite as pervy. The rips on the poster and the burn marks were downright scary.” Enough to make me stumble out of the room.

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