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“Good. Thanks.” He examined the envelope and then slipped it and the pages into a plastic evidence bag. “We’ll get these over to Forensics and they’ll check for prints and look into the postmark. You say it was in your usual mail? In the mailbox?”

“Yes, it came with the rest of our mail.”

“And have you noticed anything else unusual? I realize this is a busy street, so you might not notice any strange vehicles but has there been anything else unusual?”

I shook my head and glanced at Drake. “We just arrived in Manhattan from England, where we’ve been living for the past three years. We’ve only been back for three days.”

Davis turned to Drake. “I read over the Lisa Monroe case briefly before we came. Can you provide me with a bit more background and why you think it might be relevant?”

Drake spent the next few minutes summarizing what happened with Lisa, including the time he’d spent with her and Richardson at the mansion in Yonkers. How she’d been admitted to medical school and was an intern at NYP where Drake was working at the time. How she’d become obsessed with him and tried to initiate a sexual relationship.

“All of this would be in the file,” Drake said, his voice a bit emotional.

“Yes, but I wanted to hear it from you, in your words. Do you think this threat might be related to the Lisa Monroe case?”

“I don’t know,” Drake said, frowning. “It’s either that case or someone at work. I’ve been hired to work at NYP again, and I thought that maybe there were bad feelings by someone at work who didn’t want to see me return. Lisa’s still in prison as is her half-brother, Alex. Maybe a family member?”

Davis nodded and wrote something down in a small notebook he had opened.

“Any colleagues in particular you are concerned about? Someone who might be unhappy with your return?”

Drake shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve been at the hospital, and everyone seems welcoming, but you never know what’s going on in people’s minds. I did hire a private security company when I was here last week, after I thought I saw someone watching me.”

Drake spent the next few moments describing the man he saw on the street, who walked by the apartment and glanced up at the entrance. He told them about Brimstone Security and how Kyle was providing round-the-clock protection of both him and me.

“We’ll get started on these,” Davis said and held up the plastic bag with the pages. “In the meantime, make sure you have security with you at all times. Is there anywhere else you can stay while we investigate this?”

Drake glanced at me. “We could stay at a hotel until we have a more permanent place in Brooklyn Heights.”

“It might be better to stay someone else. Whoever sent these knows you’re here. Make sure you provide us with your new address.”

“Understood.”

The two detectives stood. “If you see anything else suspicious, don’t, and I repeat don’t take matters into your own hands. Please let the police deal with this. Call 9-1-1 if you feel in danger. Here’s my card. Call me at any time.”

With that, Davis handed Drake his business card and Drake nodded.

“Thank you,” he said. “I will.”

We walked the two detectives to the front door and shook hands with them before they left. When they were gone, Drake closed the door and turned to me, pulling me into his arms.

“I’m so sorry about this,” he said and kissed me. “I had no idea that my return to NYP would cause problems and I never thought it would put us in danger.”

“How could you have known? It’s been three years…”

We stood together for a moment, our arms around each other for comfort. In the living room, Sophie was still lying on the carpet in front of the flatscreen, happy as a lark, unaware of the threat made against her and me.

We would do everything we could to keep it that way.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Icalled over to the Marriott in Brooklyn and booked a suite for the next few nights. If we couldn’t feel safe at the 8thAvenue apartment, we might have to stay in the hotel longer-term until we found an Airbnb in Brooklyn Heights. Hopefully, Maureen and Chris would hurry up and find a more permanent home so we could as well.

Kate and I did our best not to alarm Sophia any more than we had to, even though I felt a sense of urgency to get out of Manhattan.

“Hey, Sweetie. We’re going to go stay at a nice hotel in Brooklyn,” I said as I helped Kate pack up her toys.

“Okay,” Sophie said. “Will Gramps and Nana be there?”

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