“It started when we were here for the first movie shoot...,” she scrolled through her phone and then slid it toward me. “This was the first ‘gift.’ We honestly didn’t think much of it back then. Melody thought black roses were cool and told our security, but insisted we didn’t take it further.”
I forced myself to stay professional and not roll my eyes.
“I didn’t think they were cool,” Harmony finished.
This was obviously the smart sister. “I know this is a lot to ask, but what I’d like to have is dates, times, photos—”
“All in here,” she interrupted, and slid the envelope toward me. “Copies of all of my notes, corresponding photos, and who was around those days.”
I couldn’t help but be impressed. “You had someone take notes?”
“Itook notes,” she corrected, then sighed. “My sister may not be taking this seriously, but I have been her protector since we were really little and I knew something was off. DiDi isn’t the best judge of character. She tends to trust people she shouldn’t.”
I didn’t respond as I opened the envelope and pulled the paperwork out. I was once again impressed. “This is excellent, Miss Morgan.”
“Harmony, please,” she said. “Miss Morgan sounds so...I don’t know...school girlish.”
I chuckled to cover the fact I was suddenly thinking of her in a short uniform skirt and knee-high socks, sans panties. “Harmony. This is better than many of my agents could come up with. It’s impressive.”
“Well, I do have a bachelor’s degree in criminal justice,” she said, almost like she was embarrassed by it. “Not that I’m using it, currently.”
There it was. A life interrupted that seemed like a waste to me.
“Did you take this to the local police?” I asked, veering the conversation back to the subject at hand.
She nodded. “I did at home.”
“Home?”
“Savannah,” she said. “But the cop was so enamored by my sister, he was of no use. He also wasn’t overly concerned.”
She had no worries I’d become enamored with her sister, but I kept that opinion to myself. “Has anyone new been hangin’ around? Or, has anyone on your team been actin’ strange?”
Harmony shook her head. “No. Everything’s been business as usual.” She rubbed her forehead and sighed. “Honestly, it’s my sister who’s the biggest problem. I love her, but man, she makes my life difficult.”
I smiled. “Yeah?”
She nodded. “She’s never been told no.”
“And you?”
“Oh, I’m told no all the time.”
I chuckled. “That sounds like a crime.”
Her face blushed the cutest shade of red and she glanced away.
“Let me do some digging,” I continued. “We’ll figure out who’s doin’ this.”
She let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much.”
“Give me your phone.”
She unlocked it and handed it to me without question, and I liked that she trusted me. I added my contact information, then texted myself before handing it back. “You see or hear anything concerning, you call me.”
“Is...this your office number?” she asked, looking at her phone.
“No. It’s my cell. Day or night, you feel squirrely, you call me, okay?”
