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“Mr. Moore, there was a package delivered to your room,”
said the concierge as we walked into the lobby of the hotel in Washington. “It
was from the record company. And smaller envelope, too.”
“I think that’s the single,” Kellan beamed, dragging all of
us into the elevator. We made it into his suite that he was obviously sharing
with Alice. He grabbed the box, tearing into it excitedly. “Yes! Listen!” He
took the flash drive and plugged it into his computer, turning up the tiny
speakers. It was an amazing mix of our duet and the song as a solo. “I’m
impressed with the engineer. This is fantastic work.”
“You can hardly tell that my voice was dying,” Bella said,
her voice still raspy.
“No talking,” I chided. She nodded, zipping her lips and
twining her fingers with mine, idly running her finger across my wedding band.
“I like how they morphed the two versions together.”
“From what I’m reading, this is going to be the single,”
Kellan said, skimming over the letter. “It’ll be sent out to radio stations
tonight and the single will be released next week. Both versions will be on
that record you’re putting out at the end of the month with the instrumental
and previously unreleased material.”
“The end of July?” Jasper asked, sipping some water.
Kellan nodded. “We need to do a photo shoot for the cover.
Also, Rolling Stone wants to an
interview with the band. They will meet up with us in Chicago and document our
shows at Wrigley Field. I’m assuming that this is the letter from Rolling Stone, introducing the
reporter.” He picked up the envelope, tearing it open and gasping. “The fuck?!”
“What is it?” Emmett asked.
“Call the police,” Kellan choked out, dropping the contents
of the envelope on the bed. There were two pictures of Bella and I,
photoshopped to look like we were dead. Bella’s eyes were milky and unfocused,
with a gaping wound along her neck. I looked like I was charred. Or, at least,
I thought it was me. Bella whimpered, wavering next to me. I took her, sitting
her on the couch and crouching in front of her. “Go to your suites. I’ll handle
this.”
“You’re not the one who has a picture of your corpse on the
bed, Kellan,” I snapped.
“But it was sent to me,” Kellan barked back. “Go back to
your suite. Your wife looks like she’s about to pass out.”
I turned back to Bella, who was white as a sheet. I scooped
her up, carrying her to our suite. I took out her medications, handing it to
her. “You’re okay, Bella.”
“They’re going to kill us,” she choked out. She gripped
arms, her eyes wild. “I thought … I thought …”
“Shhhh, baby,” I said soothingly. “I know. I’m just as
scared as you.”
“When is this going to stop?” she sobbed, collapsing against my chest.
Lexington, KY
Rupp Arena
Indianapolis
Banker's Life Fieldhouse
Peoria, Illinois
BradleyUniversity
Peoria Civic Center (I'll be there next weekend!)
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