“You’re going to call her?” Duke asked. “What are you going to say if she answers?”
“I’m going to pretend like everything is fine and see if she can meet. Then I’m going to confront her.” Her thumb hovered a second before she hit Call.
The phone rang once.
Twice.
Then the call went to voicemail.
Andi exhaled sharply and hit End. “No answer.”
“She mentioned she’d be in meetings all morning.”
“I know.” Andi leaned back against the seat, staring at the windshield. “But she also told us she was Pam.”
“True.”
“I don’t like this. I don’t like that this woman knew where to find us. I don’t like that she knew enough about Gina to sound real. And I really don’t like that she disappeared at just the right moment—as if she knew we’d find out the truth quickly.”
Duke didn’t argue. He put the SUV into Drive and merged into traffic, his jaw set. “We’ll figure this out. But right now, we need to move.”
Her stomach tightened. “We do. If we’re late, Rupert is going to have an aneurysm.”
“Or at least send us several strongly worded texts.”
Despite herself, Andi let out a short, humorless laugh. She tucked her phone away. “Okay. News station first. Fake Pam can wait.”
As Duke pulled away from the curb, Andi’s phone buzzed. “Maybe it’s Matthew with an update on that cabin.”
But an unknown number stared back at her, and she frowned.
“What is it?” Duke asked.
“I just got a text message.” As she read the words, she sucked in a breath. “Whoever sent it warned that if we go public with any updates about Gina that he would kill her.”
“What?”
Andi nodded. “It’s like this guy knows we’re about to go on air, and he doesn’t want any media attention on this case. What are we going to do?”
CHAPTER
TWENTY
As soon asDuke and Andi walked into the TV station, they were ushered from one place to another: sign-in, microphones, chairs, lights. It was enough to make Duke’s head spin.
How had he gone from Army investigator to Alaska tour guide to nationally known podcaster? It all seemed surreal sometimes.
Mariella had brought fresh clothes for them—she’d picked out their wardrobes. She’d insisted they all needed to exude certain personas on the tour.
Andi wore her black leather jacket to radiate a cool, urban vibe. Duke wore an army camo jacket and jeans. Ranger wore all black and had to keep his beard trimmed. Matthew kept the computer-nerd persona. Simmy wore soft pastels that made her look sweet and approachable. And Mariella . . . she wore pink clothes bedazzled with gemstones.
Everyone changed into their outfits. Hair and makeup had taken less than ten minutes. Someone dusted Duke’s forehead with powder, adjusted his collar, and clipped a mic to his jacket.
Then the team met in the hallway, all ready for the camera.
Before they were ushered on set, Andi gathered the team around her. “Do we want to bring up Gina?”
Duke had wondered about that also.
