bottom lip upward, puckering his heavy chin. âRayne, you canât blame yourself for what happened.â
âIf Iâd just stayed in the limo â¦â
âOh, sure,â I retorted. âHow about if Cat had stayed away from us, like he was supposed to?â
Mom shook her head. âShaley. Tell Ross what Jerry said.â
âJerry?â Ross raised his eyebrows.
âLater, Mom.â I didnât want to have this conversation right now. Or ever. I picked up the blueberry muffin.
Ross looked from me to Mom. âWhatâd he say?â
âJust before he died, he whispered something in Shaleyâs ear. He said âYour father sent me.â â
Oh, great .
âYour father ? Who is the guy?â
Indignation banged around in my chest. All these years, Mom had kept that part of her life private, even from me. And now Ross expected an easy answerâjust like that? No way, not before Iâd heard the whole story myself.
âWe donât know where he is now. Mom hasnât seen him since before I was born.â
Rossâs jaw hardened. I knew the lookâprotective manager. He smacked his palms against his legs. âWhatâs his name?â
My fingers curled around the muffin. This wasnât fair.
âGary Donovon,â Mom said.
Ross mouthed the name to himself. âWhy didnât you tell me what Jerry said, Shaley?â
âI didnâtââ
âThere was no time, Ross.â Momâs voice sharpened. âWeâre telling you now.â
âNo time? This is important! We got a madman out there, wanting you hurt!â He looked from me to Mom like we were both crazy. âHave you heard from the police this morning? Did they find him yet?â
âI havenât told them yet, Ross. And itâs not Momâs faultâshe didnât even know till this morning. I was going to call them.â
He gaped at me. â How could you not tell the police?â
âLeave her alone.â Momâs face pinched. âSheâs going to tell them now, thatâs all that matters.â
âAll thatââ Ross shoved to his feet, his cheeks reddening. He picked up the chair, strode to the far wall, and jammed it down. Then stomped back and glared at me, hands low on his hips. âAll right, Shaley, tell me whatâs going on. Why did you keep this to yourself?â
âRossââ
âBe quiet, Rayne!â He shot her a look, then his face softened. He shifted his weight. âOkay. You two have been through a lot. Iâll chalk this up to your brains being on overload. But Shaley, why didnât you say anything?â
âBecause I didnât believe Jerry.â My voice sounded small. âI didnât want to believe him.â
âThatâs it, you donât want to believe. Since I can be a little more objective, let me tell you what this means.â Rossâs voice rose. âI thought the danger to all of us was over once that killer was caught. Now Iâm hearing Jerry didnât act alone. That thereâs a man out there somewhere who apparently has it in for you, Rayne, and at the very least wants to kidnap Shaley.â
Momâs eyes slipped shut. Her expression mixed fear and exhaustion. âI know.â
I threw the muffin into the McDonaldâs bag. Ross was right and I knew it, but I didnât want to face it. And I didnât like the accusations about my father coming from him . âMaybe Jerry wasnât even telling the truth. He lied about everything else.â
Ross flung his hands up. âYou want to take a gamble on that?â
No. But still ⦠The father I never knew was being taken away from me before I could hear his full story.
âWell, I sure donât.â Ross jabbed a finger against his chest. âIâm in charge of this tour. Two people have already been murdered on my watch, Shaley. I