More silence.
Something, Dad. Say something.
"I've got to go," she said after a long moment of listening to silence.
"Be careful, Reagan."
The phone clicked in her ear as he hung up. "I love you, Daddy."
She sank into the booth at the dining table and stared down at her phone. She figured she'd never make the man proud. She might as well let that dream go. Her cell phone sounded, alerting her to the receipt of a text message. She viewed it without much thought.
You took what's mine, bitch. Don't think you'll get away with it.
She sucked a deep breath into her lungs and erased the message before thinking better of it. She'd probably received the message by mistake. She'd never taken anything from anyone. Why would someone threaten her? She suddenly wanted to talk to Ethan. She dialed his number. He picked up on the first ring.
"Reagan?" His deep voice was groggy with sleep.
"Another late night?" she asked. Her heart was still pounding, but she felt safer just hearing his voice.
"Yeah, lucky me."
"Sorry I woke you."
"I'm glad you called. I've been wondering how you've been. I didn't want to come across as a paranoid, overprotective asshole, so I somehow managed to keep myself from calling you."
"You are paranoid and overprotective."
"But not an asshole?"
"Usually not."
He laughed. "So why did you call? Everything okay?"
"Mostly."
"New boyfriend getting on your nerves already?"
"No. Trey's wonderful. I called my dad this morning. Told him about the tour."
Ethan groaned. "I can imagine how that went."
"And then … I got a strange text message."
"Strange? Strange how?"
"Threatening."
"Someone threatened you?" Ethan no longer sounded groggy. "Who sent it?"
"I don't know. I deleted it. I didn't think to check."
"I can probably get the information from the phone company, but it will take some digging and persuasion."
Ethan's means of persuasion were far different from Trey's methods.
"What time did you get it?" he asked.
"Right before I called you."
"Seven thirty-ish your time."
She nodded.
"Reagan?"
"I'm here. Yeah, around seven thirty."
"I'll see if I can find out who sent it. If you get another one, make sure you don't delete it."
"It scared me," she admitted.
"What did it say?"
"'You took what's mine, bitch. Don't think you'll get away with it.'"
"Probably some jealous ex of your new boyfriend's. It was most likely an empty threat, but I'll still check up on it. Are you still scared?"
"I feel better now." Ethan always made her feel safe. She was thinking she overreacted. She'd never been threatened like that before.
"If you need your bodyguard a couple weeks early, I can fly out. Where are you now? On your way to Saint Louis, right?"
"How did you know?"
He was quiet for a long moment. "I sort of mapped out your entire trip based on the tour dates posted on Sinners' website."
Reagan laughed. "See. You are paranoid and overprotective."
"You can count on it."
"I'll be okay, Ethan. Thanks for being there when I needed you."
"You can count on that too."
Chapter 15
Several days later, standing in the dressing room of the venue in Indianapolis, Trey held his cell phone in an iron grip. "What do you mean, you're stuck in traffic?" Trey asked Brian. "We have to be onstage in twenty minutes."
"It can't be helped, Trey. I didn't order a car fire on the interstate in an attempt to annoy everyone."
"If you'd quit fucking running off to L.A. every frickin' night-"
"I have other obligations now, Trey. I know the word 'responsibility' isn't in your vocabulary, but maybe you should think about someone other than yourself for five goddamned minutes."
Trey hated arguing with Brian. The man had a skill for laying on a guilt trip. "I'm not thinking of myself. I'm thinking about those twenty thousand fans who paid to see us perform and who expect us to be onstage at ten o'clock. Not ten thirty. Not eleven. Ten."
"So stall them for half an hour. I'll be there. I'm just going to be late."
"Stall them? What are we going to do? Put Jace onstage to do his knock-knock joke routine?"
"You'll think of something."
Out of the corner of his eye, Trey caught sight of Reagan laughing with (or at) Eric. "You know what? We'll just start without you."