“He doesn’t need any help to look intimidating,” she said. Then her cheeks went red again as though she realized she’d said that out loud. “Sorry.”
“You shouldn’t have stepped between me and that jerk
,” Bain told her abruptly. He ignored Dominic’s exasperated groan.
“W-what?” She managed to actually meet his gaze for a few seconds before looking away. “What do you mean?”
“Our job is to protect you. We stand between you and danger. Not the other way around. Don’t do it again.”
“I. . .I. . .Larry wasn’t a threat to me.”
He just raised his eyebrows. “He was acting erratically. He touched you.”
“He’s always like that,” she murmured. “He doesn’t like me making decisions without him.”
Bain glanced at Dominic who gave him a puzzled look. Didn’t Larry work for her?
“Look,” Dominic said, leaning forward with a gentle smile. “It might take a bit of time for us to figure each other out. Why don’t you get us a list of any upcoming events you have? Do you have any plans to leave the apartment today?”
“Oh no. I hardly go anywhere,” she murmured. “I’ll be home most of the time. It’s just when I have to go to the recording studio or rehearsals for the upcoming concert.”
“We’ll need information about the venue and security,” Bain told her.
“S-sure, I’ll get Larry’s assistant on that. Just let me get my notebook.” She moved to her desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a notebook that had glittery sequins on the front. That surprised him.
She sat and started writing a list. She needed a bright and sparkly pen to match her notebook.
Okay, man. Getting off course. She isn’t a Little.
“We’ll need to go through protocols with you,” he told her.
“Okay.”
“Also need to talk to head of security of this building.”
She wrinkled her nose. “His name is Rob Andrews.”
“Something we need to know about him?” Dominic asked.
“I just. . .I don’t want to be mean, but I don’t think he’s terribly competent. After that first letter was delivered, I asked to see the camera footage. I thought we might need it for the police. He said the camera in my foyer was broken. When I tried to ask for it the second time, he said he would check it. When I followed up, he said there was nothing on it. He wouldn’t give it to me. Said he’d only release it to the police. Which I can’t understand since I’m the only one living on this level.”
“And this third time?” he asked. This guy sounded fishy as hell.
“I couldn’t get hold of him for a few days, apparently he was ill. He said when he was able to look that it had automatically been erased.”
“Why didn’t you call the police?” Dominic asked.
She looked away from them both. “Larry said they wouldn’t do anything about a couple of threatening letters. That I’d look like an idiot, especially as nothing was showing on the cameras. Maybe he’s right. . .maybe I’m worried about nothing.”
“This person got to your apartment and slid a letter under your door,” Dominic told her. “That is a threat to take seriously. You did the right thing.”
She nodded.
“And don’t worry, we’ll deal with Rob,” Bain told her quietly.
This job was quiet.
Other than the confrontation with Larry, and butting heads with Rob, the head of security, these past few days had been peaceful.