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brains to assemble in a situation like this, but she’d bet money that they’d be bitching up a storm about having to miss out on the after-concert partying.
    Better safe than dead.
    She’d been so intent on scanning to the left and right of them that she hadn’t really given the trailers more than a passing glance. But as she neared them, she saw Micah, Parker, and Benji standing right out front, their eyes wide and a little confused, and Charlie’s gut dropped at the word smeared in blood red across Zane’s trailer.
    Die.
    Shit.
    Micah stood stiff as a board, unreadable, one corner of his thin lips turned down. Parker’s inability to take anything seriously stayed true; the young wolf was lounging on the steps, as if he had better things to do with his time. And Benji kept glancing between his band mates, needing a reassuring touch.
    When she turned, Zane caught her gaze, his eyes dark and intense.
    “This is ridiculous.” The words slipped free as Charlie moved towards the trailer. She ran her finger across the paint smear. Dry. Whoever had done this had had time to get in, get done, and get out without being seen…and with enough time for the paint to dry. Minimum of half an hour, if she had to guess.
    Worrying her lip between her teeth, Charlie turned on the boys to find them all staring at her. “All right guys. What’s going on?”
    Micah, Parker, and Benji turned and glanced her way before looking past Zane. She wasn’t used to being ignored after asking a question, but right now she really didn’t look like she was anything more than a groupie along for the ride.
    Turning to Zane, her eyebrows raised, trying to hold back the mix of temper and fear that bubbled inside of her, Charlie was less than appeased with the answer that she received.
    “Fuck if I know.”
    Blowing a stray hair out of her eyes, Charlie glared at Zane and held that fear at bay with some of her temper. “Really? That’s the best that you can come up with under these circumstances? You can tell me that you have no clue, whatsoever, to what’s going on? Have you received any threats lately? Had sex with any particularly weird women? Has Conner given you a heads up on anything? The question is: Who would want to blow a chunk out of you guys—or more specifically, out of you, Zane?”
    “Whoa, babe. Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a little? I mean, it was just a little bang.”
    “Don’t babe me, Alexander. You’re in serious trouble right now and you’re acting like it’s just another day on the job.”
    “It is.”
    “Oh really, would you care to explain that to me, Oh Immortal One?”
    He seemed to snap, his carefree attitude shattered just like that as he rounded on her with a silent snarl on his lips.
    “Welcome to the world of rock and roll, cupcake. Sometimes people get bored and do dumb shit; sometimes fans decide that they know you and maybe they take a dislike to you and hell, sometimes it has nothing to do with who we are or what we do—it’s just a chance to get a little spotlight of their own. If I went around pissing my pants every single time a threat came to head, I would never have a clean pair of boxers. Guess what? It’s part of my life and I’m fine with it. Sure, I’ll have Conner do whatever it is he does, but until then I have no intention of whimpering over it like a damn pup.”
    “You’re so ignorant. You can’t just sit back and let Conner take care of this! You have to worry about yourself. If that’s too hard, worry about the rest of the band. People could have died tonight and you’re saying “Oh well” because nobody was hurt?”
    The duo had reached a near roar by now, aggressive posture and wild gestures split between the two of them. In the background, the others shifted and scratched uncomfortably and tried to take interest in their surroundings.
    Micah stepped in. “Uh, do you want to take this someplace more private? Or maybe just knock it off for now? Your