Mischief 24/7. Kasey Michaels
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the damn phone.
“Four o’clock?” she muttered, aiming her outstretched arm toward the nightstand. Her fingers closed on the receiver and she pulled the phone onto the bed with her as she fell back against the pillows. “Mr. Becket will be with you in a moment,” she half slurred into the phone, praying she was right. Otherwise, she’d have to get up and go hunt Court down. And then kill him.
“Which one are you?”
Jade pulled the phone away from her ear and squeezed her eyes shut tight for a moment, hoping she’d feel more awake when she opened them again. The voice was deep, most probably male and obviously disguised by one of those electronic devices anyone could pick up on eBay. Probably the same guy who had called before, the one Matt’s friend Ernesto had thought was a kid playing phone pranks.
Fully awake now, Jade held the phone to her ear once more. “Screw you,” she said, and then winced. Obviously she couldn’t be as awake as she thought she was. Screw you wasn’t exactly the snappiest comeback in the books.
“Okay, you’re the bitchy one. Jade, right? Not the actress? I’ll bet most of your callers want to talk to the actress. Too bad, but as long as I have you, how about we just chat?”
“How about I just hang up and you go seek professional help?”
The caller went on as if Jade hadn’t said anything. “Brains are messy, aren’t they, Jade? They hit that knotty-pine paneling, and then they slide down it, the bits that don’t get hung up on the pieces of skull stuck in the wood like shrapnel. No, never mind. You don’t have to answer me.
You know how it looks, Jade, don’t you? You saw how it works.”
Jade quickly covered her mouth with her hand, afraid she might vomit. Then she took it away and sucked in a lungful of air, letting it out again slowly. She had to calm down, refuse to let this guy get to her. They’d had a million phone calls since Jessica had the bright idea of putting their number on the air during her news-magazine show, asking for help from the public. What they’d gotten were whack-jobs. One good lead with Melodie’s shampoo tech, granted. But most of the calls were like this one, complete with electronic voice disguisers. So many sick tickets out there with time on their hands. “And you’d know this how?”
“How do you think I know?”
She should just hang up, but she was too angry. “Are you confessing to killing my father? Hey, terrific. But first tell me what you did with Jimmy Hoffa. Is he really buried beneath the goalposts at the Meadowlands?”
“Back off, shut down that smart mouth of yours, or else I’ll show you how I did it. I can get at you, any one of you, anytime I want. For instance, do you know where your blond-bimbo sister is right now? I do. Should I reach out and touch her, or are you going to behave?”
Okay. This had never been funny, but now it was turning ugly, and Jade was beginning to get a cold, sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, because she didn’t know where Jessica was right now. She was already half out of the bed when her bedroom door opened and Court stepped inside, a cordless phone to his ear. He lifted one finger to his lips and then motioned to her to keep talking, keep the caller on the line.
“It’s a little late at night for fairy tales,” she said as she subsided back onto the bed, her eyes on Court as he advanced across the room toward her and squeezed her outstretched hand. “Or should we just call that threat what it is—you’re blowing smoke.”
“Am I? Do you really want to find out?”
Oh, my God oh, my God oh, my God. Jade began to rock back and forth on the bed as Court put down the cordless and fished his cell phone out of his pants pocket. She knew what he was doing. He was calling Jessica’s cell, or Matt’s. Hurry hurry hurry. Make her answer make her answer.
“All right, you’ve got my attention now, so talk to me,” Jade told the caller, clutching at anything she could think of to say, hoping to keep the monster on the line. Joshua Brainard? Was she talking to Joshua Brainard? No, that wasn’t likely. What were the odds? Jess had said something about the whole world knowing something soon. Whatever she and Matt had done, were doing, might already be public knowledge. “Why are you calling me? What do you want?”
“You know what I want. I want you and your sisters to stop digging where you shouldn’t be digging. Parading yourself all over television and the newspapers, crying about your poor dead daddy. A person could get hurt sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Your old man is dead. You don’t really want to join him, do you?”
Court smiled and held his cell phone to Jade’s free ear.
“Hello? I said, hello! Do you have any idea how scary it is to hear a phone ring at four in the morning, Jade? Damn it, Jade, talk to me, and if someone isn’t bleeding to death, I’m going to—”
Jade sagged in relief as Court pulled the phone away and walked to a corner of the room to tell Jessica what was happening. Matt was with her. Matt was a cop, he carried a gun. He’d protect her.
“Party’s over,” Jade said to the anonymous caller. “We won’t say it hasn’t been fun, you getting to play with your little electronic toy and pretend you’re a real bad guy, just like in the movies, but I’m hanging up now.” Jade climbed out of bed, her fears all turned to cold, hard anger.
She’d decided it was time she took control, control she had ceded to the man the moment she’d picked up the phone, and got rid of this squirrel once and for all. If it was Brainard, she knew where to find him. But chances were it wasn’t—Brainard was too smart to play phone tag with her. “Look, hey, before I go, let me tell you something. Call here again and I’m going to make finding and prosecuting you my own personal project. You got that?”
She slammed the phone back down even as Court took her in his arms and held her trembling body close against his strength. “Good girl,” he crooned into her hair. “Good girl. That had to be an idiot with a sick sense of humor. Matt warned us this could happen again. Not that the bastard didn’t have me going for a minute there. I think it’s that electronic disguise of the voice that makes it all sound so real.”
“That’s the whole point of it, to weird us out that way. I should have hung up the minute I realized it was a wacko with a hard-on for causing other people misery,” she said against his chest before pushing herself away from him to begin pacing, burning off her adrenaline-burst of energy.
“It’s that he had Sam’s private number—that’s what kept me hanging on the phone. This makes twice he’s called. Not your average squirrel, like Matt said, and he really had me going, too, when he started asking if I knew where Jess was. There are some badly bent people in this world.”
“Matt got on the phone with me once Jess calmed down. He said you and I are to stick here at Sam’s until he gets back,” Court told her, watching her from the bed. “They’re in South Carolina, by the way, but they’ll definitely be back tomorrow night, as promised. Tonight, actually. Or sooner, if they can get an earlier flight. Not that I hadn’t already half planned to call Matt before this phone call and get him back here, in case you hadn’t figured that out on your own.”
“I did. But I was hoping you wouldn’t do it.”
Court ran his fingers through his already mussed hair. “I know how much you want to confront Brainard on your own. I was still wrestling with my conscience when our new friend called.”
“Pretty much taking the decision out of your hands, at which point you told Matt everything. I understand.” Jade stopped pacing to look questioningly at Court. “South Carolina? What in hell are they doing in South Carolina?”
“I’m not supposed to tell you, but they’re down there meeting Matt’s mother and father,” Court said, smiling. “That’s where his dad retired when he left the force, some rural area that took them a plane change to get to, he said. According to Matt, Jess has already charmed the socks off them, even if they had to drag themselves