“I can find the number.” Jumping through extra hoops to make sure this guy is for real will be worth it. It takes me a few minutes to get someone on the phone that can be helpful, at which point Agent Lane takes over. He gives his badge number to the woman on the other end.
“Sorry. It’s a big week for my family,” I say as I put my phone away when it’s clear Agent Lane is who he says he is.
“It pays to be careful,” he says.
“What the hell has Riot gotten himself into?” I ask the FBI agent when the guard leaves us. He probably won’t give me a straight answer, but I can’t help asking again. I’m always going to look out for him.
Agent Lane follows me into the house where Riot and Kelsey should still be. “He’s not in trouble.”
Considering our family’s track record of ending up in handcuffs… “That’s a relief.”
The bodyguards both rise as we come into view. The agent flashes his badge at them. “You’re his personal security? Here and on tour?”
The older one strides over, his shoulders high and gaze alert. “The name is Rook Calloway. Head of tour security. Considering the circumstances, it was decided that a contingent accompany him here.”
The agent nods. “Good idea. I’ll have some questions for you both after I’ve met with Mr. Maddox.”
“Riot.” This time I pound on the door and hope he and Kelsey have had enough time to kiss and make up. Can’t wait to rub this news in Rogue’s face later, after he didn’t tell me about Riot and Kelsey until today.
Riot yanks the door open. He’s shirtless, his hair all fucked up. Nail marks all over his shoulders. “What?”
“You tell me.” I stalk around him. “It’s okay, candy head.”
“Don’t call her that,” he snarls.
“We all know you’re together.” I smirk at the pissed off and defensive expression he’s wearing. “You can get off the floor.”
“All?” Riot groans as Kelsey’s head pops up next to the mattress.
“Not all, but Rogue and I figured it out.”
“Summer and the rest of the girls found out this afternoon too,” Kelsey admits as she tucks the sheet around her boobs and stands.
If Dizzy knows, West probably knows.
“Even this FBI agent knows.” I indicate the man behind me. “But why don’t you explain what none of us know, except, I’m guessing, Kelsey; which is, why does the FBI need to talk to you?”
“Full dad mode activated,” Riot retorts as he grabs his discarded shirt and tugs it over his head. Kelsey gathers her clothes and disappears into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Hands on my hips, I glare at him. “So?”
“Slight stalker problem.” He pinches his fingers together to indicate it’s not a big deal. “Nothing to worry about.”
“We should talk in private.” The agent steps forward and offers his hand to Riot. “By the way, I’m Agent Soren Lane.”
“It’s fine.” Riot says shaking the man’s hand. “Go ahead. I’ll just tell them what’s going on anyway.”
The agent nods. “Since this person has stalked you in multiple states and districts and seems to be growing increasingly more unstable, the detective handling your case asked for us to get involved.”
“Great,” Riot says. “What do you need from me. I already told the cops everything.”
“Due to the nature of the letters, we suspect we’re dealing with a woman in her early twenties who might be suffering psychosis,” agent Lane says. “But I’ll need you to answer some questions to help us further detail out the profile.”
“Unstable? Suffering psychosis?” There’s a buzz under my skin. It settles in the base of my skull and makes my shoulders draw up. “That doesn’t sound like a slight issue.”
“Okay fine.” Riot exhales like he’s finally given up trying to hide things from me. “She killed a bird. Stabbed it to my Strat.”
“And these letters she leaves?”
