Meg’s voice is urgent, whispering on speaker. “The dogs are with her, but she’s barely holding on.”
“I need to bring the Earls in too,” I say. “This needs to be solved with all of us, since James is victimized in this as well. Have our publicist start coming up with options to get a handle on it.”
The Pornhub video is an obvious hack job, a poorly rendered version of Christianna on her knees with James. It's crude. It's fake. It's meant to humiliate.
I call my friend Devon.
“I need you to get your cyber guy on fake porn involving my orchestra director and his second chair.”
“I’ll get Coulson on it.”
“Have him look into Rasmussen too,” I add. “Second chair who was just let go.”
“Got it.”
At least I feel like I am doing something.
Devon is a local guy who made good. He came back to the area after his stint in the military and now owns several restaurants and nightclubs. What most people do not know is that he keeps his own in-house security. If you know, you know.
They are discreet. That matters.
I need to find Erik. Tianna needs us.
Chapter fifty-nine
Remy
I find Erik at the piano. He’s playing something new, a piece I don’t recognize. No lyrics yet.
I rest a hand on his shoulder.
“We need to go. Someone is after Tianna.”
He stops mid-phrase and turns. “What do you mean?”
I hand him my phone, the images already pulled up.
He barely looks. “That isn’t her.”
“I know,” I say. “You know. No one else will care enough to look that closely.”
“Then it’s deliberate,” he says, gaze sharpening as it flicks back to the screen. “You’re looking for someone comfortable half-assing it. I’d start with Rasmussen.”
I rake a hand through my hair. “I hired someone. They have a cyber specialist.” I close my eyes briefly. “In the meantime, Tianna needs us.”
“I hope whoever you hired does better than your lackluster attempts to find the Angel.”
There are moments I wish he were less certain. This is one of them.
“I hired someone who will get results.”
He opens his mouth, no doubt ready to dismantle my past failures. I lift a hand. “I am telling you she needs us.”
He blinks, recalibrating. Then nods once. “Then we should go.”
He pauses, already thinking three steps ahead. “If I have a piano delivered to her house, I can work from there. She has the space.”
Fuck. My. Life.
