No, no, no. She couldn’t think like that.
They had to get back to Las Vegas.
Ink tapped his pen against his chin. “Well, I’m guessing you all have lives to get back to in Las Vegas. And the person who wrote the message wanted you to leave, so they’re not likely to bother you once you do. So, if you really want to go, I think that would be safe. Alternatively, we have a safe house you can stay in. I have men that I can put there to guard you.”
“No, that’s not going to work,” Dotty said. “I have to get back to work. Plus, that sounds awfully expensive. Don’t your men have other jobs? Surely you can’t pull them on short notice to look after us.”
“I could make it work. It would be a stretch, but I’d do it.”
Ink stared right at her as he said that. Did he mean he’d do it for her?
Surprise filled her. He didn’t even know her. Why would he help her?
“I think you should stay until we find out who this person is,” Cash said. “What if they do follow you to Las Vegas? There’s no guarantee that they won’t.”
“The message clearly said, leave or die. So staying here wouldn’t really be a good option, would it?” Dotty said. “No, we’re going to talk to the police, tell them about the message. They can do what they need to do, and then we’re getting on a plane and leaving.”
“All right then,” Ink said. “I’ll try to convince the police to come here to speak to you. When you are ready, Cash, Ralen, and Butch will take you right to the airport and wait there with you.” Ink nodded to them. “If there is anything else you need, just let me know. I’d also like contact details for all of you, so that I can get in touch if we find out anything further.”
“Of course,” Dotty said. “I’ll come with you now. We can call the police and get this all sorted out.” She pushed her chair back and stood, then glanced down at Monroe and Addie. “Are you two going to come as well?”
“I really think I need to lie down,” Monroe said, rubbing her head and looking pale. “Is there somewhere I could do that?”
“You can nap in the safe room,” Ink told her.
“So, all three of these guys work for you then?” Dotty asked, as they moved towards the door.
“Cash and Ralen don’t. They’re just doing a good deed.”
Doing a good deed?
She didn’t know if she liked being called a good deed.
“Come on,” Ralen said to Monroe. “I’ll walk you back to the saferoom. You should take some food with you.”
To her surprise, Monroe actually nodded and picked up the fruit salad as she got up and followed Ralen out. Butch had already left, she hadn’t even noticed him go.
That left her, Cash, and Brody.
“Do you think that you could work with someone who would sketch out an image of what you saw that night? Not necessarily just details about faces, but the whole thing,” Brody said to her.
Addie nodded.
“Good. I’ll set that up and let you know.” He picked up his laptop and left the room. Well, she guessed that she’d go and sit back in the staff room or something. She pushed her chair back and tried to stand, but Cash placed his hand on her shoulder and held her down. She sent him a shocked look. What was he doing?
“What did I tell you about getting up from the table?” he said in a stern voice.
What was he talking about? What did he tell her? Suddenly, it came back to her. He’d said that she couldn’t get up until she’d eaten the sandwich and at least part of something else. Had he really been serious about that? He couldn’t make her sit here and eat like she was a child.
Addie gave him a look, but he just stared steadily back at her. “Eat.”
She shook her head.
An amused look filled his face, and he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you being naughty, Addie?”
Naughty? She wasn’t being naughty. What was he talking about? She could feel a flush of red filling her cheeks.
Addie had discovered a while ago what she was. She knew that she had Little tendencies, not that she’d ever really done anything about it. It wasn’t like she could go searching for a Daddy or join a BDSM club. The idea of a club filled with strangers who might want to do things to her, no, nope, not happening.
