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a birthday banner, the man taped the blood-soaked paper to the door. When he was satisfied that it would stay up, he turned and began to walk away.
    Lola paused that particular frame.
    â€œI’m going to print this out,” she said, already doing just that. Jonathan didn’t respond. All of his attention was on the man’s face. Anger, hot and fluid, moved over every inch of his skin. “Wait,” Lola said, pausing in what she was doing to look back at him. “Do you know this man?”
    â€œNo,” he admitted. “I saw him earlier today, though. He had a woman with him then.”
    But, what Jonathan really wanted to know was, where were they now?

Chapter Eight
    Kate rubbed her arms as if the motion would scrub away the feeling of unease that had crept in. The two NYPD officers who had shown up had eyed the bloody threat with a good dose of concern, but it hadn’t lasted long. They took pictures, removed the letter and bagged it.
    â€œWe’ll check the blood to see who or what it belongs to,” one of them said. “If anything comes up, we’ll let you know.”
    Kate watched as Jonathan’s mood darkened. He had expected more.
    â€œAnd the man?” he asked when the two looked like they were ready to leave.
    â€œWe’ll run his name and pay him a visit,” the most senior of the two said. “What happens during that visit depends on if this is real blood or not.”
    They didn’t stick around past that. Kate watched them walk down the narrow hallway to the elevators with a flush of frustration she’d bet the bodyguard was also harboring.
    â€œI thought they’d be more helpful, somehow,” she admitted when the officers were in the elevator. “They didn’t really even seem to be too concerned about it. I mean, I know they’ve probably seen much worse than a blood-soaked letter, but still...”
    Jonathan muttered something angrily beneath his breath before motioning to her door.
    â€œGo ahead and get your things together.”
    Kate’s eyebrows flew straight up.
    â€œWhat? We aren’t leaving,” she exclaimed. “I don’t care if some sadistic person is trying their best to freak me out. I have work to do and I’m not—”
    â€œKate,” Jonathan interrupted. He held his hand up to further emphasize the need for her to stop. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t leave, even if I asked. The hotel manager is letting us move to another set of rooms off book.”
    Kate felt her face heat slightly.
    â€œOh.”
    â€œYeah, so please go get your things together so we can go to our new rooms.”
    Kate nodded, but paused before opening her door.
    â€œWhat do you mean, ‘off book’?”
    â€œIn the computers we’ll still be registered as staying in these rooms. The ones we’ll be using are now booked under different names. Hopefully that will keep our letter writer from paying us another visit.” He quieted a moment. “I don’t think they will rebook this room on the off chance the writer decides to escalate, either. Also, may I point out that you should care that some sadistic person is trying their best to freak you out. Caution isn’t for stupid people, Kate. It’s smart people who’ve realized that they should be careful.”
    Kate felt the low thrum of nerves in her stomach get a touch louder. She nodded to Jonathan and his words of wisdom, and again she wondered what that next step might be. Either way, Jonathan wasn’t taking any chances. He waited for her to go inside and lock her door before she heard him go to his own room.
    Packing quickly made the methodical side of her cringe. What normally would have her taking her time—finding each article of clothing and accessory a specific place—had her cramming her luggage full. The room, she realized, now felt tainted in a way. Whose blood had been on that letter? Was