“Not a problem. I’ll send you what I have. It doesn’t make sense to me. Why would a man with a criminal record for assault be posing as a reporter?”
Mo jumped to his feet and paced the room. He wanted to grabBronwyn and take her far, far away from here. But he couldn’t. Not yet.
“I assume from your silence that you have an idea of why he might be doing that?”
“Yes,” he answered. “And no.”
“Explain, please.”
“We’re having some trouble here. Suspicious activity. Weird behavior. Possible threats. Having someone pose as a reporter when he intends to do harm doesn’t come as too much of a shock. Especially after the way this guy harassed Bronwyn during their so-called interview today.”
“I see.” A pause. “Is she safe?”
“I’ll make her safe.”
Another pause. “I’m sure you will. I’ll send you what I have. And if anything new turns up, I’ll let you know.”
“Thank you for this. I owe you. I certainly didn’t expect you to drop everything and run with it. Were you sitting at home with nothing to do?”
“I’ve made a few mods to my algorithm. I’ve played with it a few times, but this is allowing me to put it to a real-world test. I’ve been itching to play with it, and your timing was perfect. Adam’s working late, and the baby is spending the evening with her grandparents.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Why uh-oh?”
“If you have a sitter, I assume you and Adam had plans, and he’s working late.”
“We did. But his parents watch the baby anytime we ask. We aren’t hurting for opportunities. Adam rarely works like this, and when he does, it matters. I’m the one more likely to be tied up at work, so I don’t complain when it happens to him.”
“You’re a remarkable woman, Dr. Fleming-Campbell.”
“That’s a nice way of saying I’m weird.” Sabrina’s laughter confirmed that she wasn’t angry. “Which is true. But I’m good—Oh. Adam’s calling. Keep me in the loop.”
“Will do.”
The line disconnected.
Kevin Glen Masters, I’m coming for you.
There wasn’t much he could do until he was at his computer. He checked his watch. Made a few phone calls. Checked his watch again.
Thirty-seven minutes later, Bronwyn emerged with hair mussed, makeup gone, and eyes heavy-lidded in a way that told him Katrina, the massage therapist, had worked a miracle.
Her smile was soft, and she blinked at him several times.
Katrina followed her out and laughed. “Mo, you’re going to need to keep an eye on her. She’s so relaxed I’m not sure if she can walk straight. I wish I could use before and after videos for endorsements.”
“No doubt.” He agreed. “She walked in there strung tight. And now?” He pointed toward her.
“Right?”
Bronwyn made a production out of tapping her ear. “I can hear you, you know.”
Was she slurring her words?
“Not that I care. I’m not sure if I care about anything right now.” Bronwyn took in a deep breath and closed her eyes as she exhaled. “Katrina, whatever you plan to charge, I suggest you double it.”
Katrina turned off a few lights and walked with them to the door. “Mo, she told me she’s headed back to your place for some firepit action and to spend the night with Meredith. Or maybe with Landry?” She waved a hand. “Anyway, she mentioned that the only thing that could make her feel better was some ice cream. Something with cornflakes in it? Do you know it?”
