Page 119 of Hot Puck
“I think you need to go media blackout on Shelby Byrd’s condition. And move her to a secure medical facility.”
Ray’s words have me taking a step back. “What?”
“The threat wasn’t against Gannon. It was against Shelby.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Banks isn’t Gannon’s fan. He’s been stalking Shelby since she finished college,” Amos explains. “I can’t work out if she came across his path because of his proximity to Gannon or if he already knew her.”
“Have you told the police?”
“Yes. The NYPD and BRPD have everything I’ve gathered. But I’m telling you now, I’m also passing the information on to the FBI.”
“The FBI? What the hell for?” Blake demands. “Surely this doesn’t?—”
“I think he’s responsible for a number of missing women.”
Amos’s words stop my heart. And I don’t even try to hide my need to hold onto Blake while I ask my next question. “Missing?”
“Presumed dead.”
“The assault on Shelby Byrd was interrupted,” Ray adds. “I believe he planned to kill her.”
“Fucking hell.” Blake’s fingers squeeze mine.
“All right. Give me a second. I need to think.”
I shove aside any panic and focus on what we need to do to protect Shelby. We need Pa to work out a way to get her here. I can have the medical rooms at the arena fitted to take care of her.
“I need my phone.” I turn to leave only to be pulled up short when Blake tugs on our joined hands. “What?”
“You can’t bring them here. Her. You can’t bring Shelby here.”
“Why not?” I glare at Blake. “We can lock her down in the arena, we have medical staff on the payroll, medical facilities we can use.”
“Banks is here.”
“We don’t know that for sure. He could already be on his way back to New York.”
“I don’t think so.” My gaze bounces over to Ray.
“You don’t?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“And you?” I ask our PI who has never steered us wrong before.
“I think he’s sticking close to here. I think what set him off was Shelby packing up their apartment to move here.”
“So, where then? We need to move her somewhere safe. Need to stop this guy from getting to her again.”
“Miami.”
I eye Ray and wonder where the hell—“Oh! Can you arrange that?”
“Yes.”
“Do it. Keep me in the loop.”
