My phone vibrated on the table, and I saw a text from Caitlin:Check the hotel’s Twitter feed.
I turned off Twitter notifications a while ago because my phone was constantly pinging. I opened the app to find someone with the Twitter handle @avengingangel3292 had tagged the hotel in a video. But it wasn’t from Jeremy’s concert. It was from Nat’s arrest outside the hotel.
“Oh shit,” I muttered. There it was, the whole sorry mess, including Nat implicating his cousin, Brian Whitaker, in a conspiracy to shut down Moonlight.
“What’s wrong?” Jeremy asked. When I showed him the video, his eyes went wide. “You didn’t tell me about this last night.”
“I know. I kinda got caught up in everything.” I winked at him. “Besides, I had much more pleasant things to think about.” Jeremy’s cheeks went that adorable pink, and I had to smile.
“Who took the video?” Jeremy asked as he passed my phone to Evan. “It obviously wasn’t you since you’re in it.”
“I guess Tony did. I don’t know how, though, because he didn’t have his phone out.”
Raphael, who was watching the video over Evan’s shoulder, said, “There are a lot of devices you can use to take video that look like ordinary objects. Pens are popular.”
I blew out a breath. “I hope this doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass.”
“I don’t see how,” Raphael said. “You didn’t take the video or post it. The only person who is likely to get bitten is Brian Whitaker—who apparently deserves it.”
My phone vibrated, so Evan handed it back to me. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered anyway because I was expecting a call from the police station. “Hello?”
“You son of a bitch,” a man’s voice said.
I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the number again. “Who the fuck is this?” I asked.
“You know damn well who this is,” the other man growled.
“Actually, I don’t,” I replied, “So you can take your shitty attitude and go fuck yourself.”
“It’s Brian Whitaker, you little shit,” he yelled. “You posted that video of my cousin getting arrested.”
I snorted. “No, I didn’t. Sorry, I can’t take credit for that. Although, I’d like to know how you got my personal cell phone number. I sure as hell didn’t give it to you. I don’t suppose you got it illegally from the hacker you hired to mess with my hotel reservations, did you?”
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
Finally, Brian said, “I’m going to ruin you.”
Raphael gestured for me to hand him the phone. He took it and said, “Mr. Whitaker, this is Raphael Alvarez, Mr. O’Neil’s lawyer. If you have anything further to say to him, you’ll have to go through my office in Manhattan. Do not contact him again.” He ended the call, blocked the number, and handed me the phone.
I looked over at Raphael. “You didn’t give him your number.”
Raphael smirked. “I didn’t need to. He knows who I am.”
Evan wrapped his arms around his fiancé. “You’re so sexy when you get evil on someone.”
“I’m turning my phone off,” Jeremy said. “I’m done with phone calls for a while.”
I checked the time on my phone. Almost one-thirty. “I should get over to the police station to make my statement.”
“I’m going to hang out with Evan and Raphael until they leave,” Jeremy said. He looked over at his best friend. “I wish you could stay longer.”
“I wanted to,” Evan said, “But my parents decided to come up early.”
His eyes brightened. “Hey, we’re having dinner with all the parents Thursday night. Why don’t you both come up and join us?”
Jeremy turned to me. “Will you be able to take time to do that? I know you’re still looking for another manager.”
“You’re looking for a manager?” Raphael asked.
