I held up the screen. “This. This is what happened. I got the report back on your email account. You’ve had fifty-five threats from the same account. The IP address changed ten times, but there’s no mistake, you had a repeated threat.”
How could she have withheld this information? Didn’t she know I was doing everything in my power to catch this guy?
“Let me see that.” She took the tablet from my hands and read the top briefing of the report. “I’ve never seen these.” She looked at me. “I haven’t had any threatening emails.”
“They’re all right here, Abi. Fifty-five.” I hadn’t read more than a few keywords from them.
“How did you even get into my email?”
“My team analyzed all your traffic,” I answered. “They scoured your social media too. I should have a report that cross-references this address with any posts.”
“You didn’t ask me about that.” She shoved the tablet into my hands.
“Ask? I had to get an analysis on any threatening activity.”
She turned away. “So you hacked my accounts? Did you break into my phone too? Is that why I can’t have it?”
“Hold on. We aren’t getting off target here.” I tossed the tablet on the table. “These emails could lead us to your attacker and you’re pissed at me?”
She pulled the quilt tighter. It was starting to slip against her arm. There was a thin sliver of moonlight falling across the floor like a line dividing the room in half. Abi was on her side and I was on mine.
“I’m pissed about everything.”
“That’s fair.” I lowered my voice. I didn’t want this to escalate into a fight.
“And you think it’s justified. All your actions. Keeping me hidden. Hacking my personal information. Heading up the investigation.”
“I do.” I pressed my lips together.
8
Abi
He could be infuriating and stubborn. Like an immovable wall. Had it been one of the things I loved or hated about him? Standing in the Big Bear living room I wasn’t sure anymore. The news of the emails was disturbing. The fact that Reid had hacked all my accounts was maddening.
I hadn’t leaned on him in so long it felt like an invasion, when once it was natural.
And then there were the kisses that had blistered my lips and turned me into complete putty. I wanted his hands on me. His lips blazing over my skin. My body craved him. It missed him.
He could soothe nightmares and hold me.
But this was reality. Reid was controlling and overprotective. And right now he was in bodyguard mode. The man who had started to let the shield crack fifteen minutes ago had quickly patched it back up.
I saw the gun tucked in his pajama pants. I didn’t even realize he had grabbed it on the way out of the bedroom. He had an ease with guns and knives I couldn’t begin to understand.
I lowered my eyes to the floor and slumped on the couch. “I didn’t see those emails. Ralph forwards the important things to my private account. If it’s fan mail, he handles it. Someone on his staff responds.”
“Then there’s a possibility Ralph read these?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s possible I guess.”
“I need to get him on the phone now.”
“Reid, wait. What time is it?”
“3am,” he replied.
“Let Ralph sleep. You can talk to him in the morning.”