I frowned as I read it, but also felt a chill imagining that someone would be willing to do anything to fight for what they wanted.

“So, what’s your problem now?” Allison glanced at me then focused back on the road ahead of us.

“A message… but it’s weird,” I said, trying to trace the sender’s number through a tracking system.

But the number wasn’t registered in any database at all.

“Maybe it’s just some prankster or your obsessive fan,” Allison sighed. “So what happened? Don’t try to change the subject.”

I flinched, then put my phone back in my pocket. “There’s a small issue. It seems Rebecca likes Malcolm...