Addie glared at him.
He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, so you do have some fire.”
“Don’t talk to her like that,” Cash said in a deep, low voice.
There was a definite warning in there, and the two men glared at each other. Did they know each other?
If they did, they didn’t seem to be good friends. In fact, they seemed like they were heading into enemy territory.
When she looked at Ralen, he was glaring at Butch too.
Sheesh.
“Right, let’s just take things down a notch,” Ink said. “So we think someone found the keycard and went to the hotel room to trash it. They steal anything?”
Addie shook her head.
“No?” Ink gave her a look of surprise. “Nothing?”
“Maybe you didn’t have anything they wanted, and then they got angry and wrecked the place?” Brody asked.
“There was a little bit of jewelry,” Cash told them. “The laptop was locked up, but there were still things they could have taken. However, that’s not the strangest thing. There was a message on the mirror in the bathroom that said: Leave or Die.”
Ink sat back in his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. “Leave or die?”
Cash nodded.
“Why would someone leave a message like that?” Ink looked at Addie as he asked the question. “Brody, do we have an iPad that Addie can use to write?”
Brody nodded and left the room. This time, he managed not to hit his knee on the table.
Which was just as well, since she hated to think what the man watching on the camera would say.
“Addie, I know it’s strange that someone is watching, but he might actually be able to help,” Ink said.
He must have seen her looking around the room.
“If I feel like it,” the voice drawled. “Although this is keeping my interest. I do like a mystery.”
“You also have a soft spot for women in distress,” Ink said.
“You’ll take that back,” the voice said silkily. “I have no soft spots. If you say that again, I’ll show you all the soft spots that a knife can penetrate without killing you.”
Oh my God.
He didn’t really mean that, right? Well, Ink didn’t appear to be worried, so she decided she shouldn’t be either. People made empty threats all the time.
Brody returned with a tablet and handed it to her, along with the pen that went with it.
“Just write on it here,” he told her. “And when you press enter, it will say your words out loud.”
This would be better than trying to get an answer out through her inflamed throat. She was starting to think she’d damaged it with her screaming.
“I don’t know who the message is from.”
As she pressed enter, Batman’s voice came from the tablet.
“Oh, shit. Sorry,” Brody said as he tried to grab the tablet back. “I should’ve changed that to something more neutral.”
