Maybe she was being silly, but she pulled her phone out and snapped a few pictures of it, then pulled a pen out of her purse and flipped the folded piece of paper over.
There was a printout of Rory Rene’s profile picture on his author website and under it in red ink... “STOP DIGGING OR ELSE.”
“Or else what, motherfucker?” she yelled in her condo, then pulled her gun out and moved around the place.
Oh yeah, there was something to find and now it fed her more with this little stunt.
It didn’t scare her; it only magnified her need for the truth.
As much as it pained her, she’d have to call Ford, but first she’d let Rory know.
She snapped another picture and sent it to him with a caption that said, “Had a message waiting for me.”
A second later, she got a reply,me too.
Yeah, his was scarier.
And a bigger threat.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
She hit the button to call him. “You didn’t touch that, did you?”
“Do you think I’m stupid?”
“Sorry. This just means we are onto something.”
“Yeah, but what?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I’m sure you don’t want to hear this, but I’ve got to call Ford.”
She could almost feel the breeze from his sigh through the phone. “I figured as much. I hadn’t planned on it, but now we should. Might as well add to the fact that I think someone broke into my car a few days ago too.”
“What?! Why am I just hearing this now?”
“Because I didn’t know if it was kids or not. I’m thinking not now.”
“I doubt it. Let me call Ford, then I’ll call you back,” she said and hung up.
Her body was vibrating with anger over this. Did whoever this was really think some notes under doors were going to scare her off? All it did was make her plant her feet in more.
Stop digging? Oh, hell no. This made her grab a bigger shovel.
“What’s going on, Gale?” Ford said when he answered.
“Got a little problem,” she said. “Someone is trying to shut me and Rory up.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means we both got threatening notes under our doors while we were gone. Don’t worry, I didn’t touch anything. I called Rory first, his is worse than mine.”
“Shit,” Ford said. “I’m on my way.”
“Don’t tell Mom or Dad,” she said. “Please. I know you’re still at the farm, aren’t you?”
“I actually am in my truck with Reenie and we are just pulling off the property.”
“Keep it that way. I mean, tell Clay if you want.”
