Home Bound (4 page)

He would have extra men on site tomorrow when the cameras started to roll.

I stalked back over to main building, and I found Malcolm—Evangeline’s head security guy—standing outside the door of the room where the cast were reading. I could tell he puffed out his chest a little more. As if that was going to intimidate me.
Asshole
.

“Are they coming out any time soon?” I asked him.

He shrugged.

“Have they come out at all since I’ve been gone?”

A head shake.

I was in no mood for this. In less time than it took to blink, I was on this guy with my arm at his throat and his body slammed against the wall. “You can fucking give me the silent treatment on your own time. While we’re here on the set, you’ll fucking talk to me when I speak to you. If you were doing your damn job, I wouldn’t need to be here. But you’re not. So why don’t you give your over-inflated ego a break and tell me what I need to know so we can both wrap this shit up.”

The guy’s eyes were defiant, but he was turning red from the pressure I had on his throat. I pressed a little harder just because I could. “We’re both trying to keep her safe, so if you give a damn about her, you’ll cooperate.”

Then I let him go and stepped back and tried not to smirk when he gasped for air and almost sagged to the floor.

“Fine,” he wheezed. “They should be coming out for lunch in a few minutes.”

“Does she eat with the cast and crew or go to her dressing room?”

“Dressing room. Cali brings her the food.”

“Figures,” I muttered and raked a hand through my hair.

As if reading my mind, Malcolm straightened and said, “It’s not like that. Evangeline used to sit out and eat with everyone and joke around. Since things started happening, it was agreed upon that she should eat in her dressing room. She hates it, but one of us usually stays with her.”

Sure.

“Okay, here’s what I need from you—when they come out for lunch, send Cali to get her food, and you escort her to the dressing room. I’m going to spend the lunch break with her and get some background information. While I’m in there, I want you and your guys casually observing anyone who’s lingering around here.”

“Lingering?”

“Yeah, you know, hanging around and watching for her.”

“How long of a list do you want? I mean, there’s a small entourage that is always around.”

“Consisting of...?”

“Besides the rest of the cast? You’ve got producers, directors, their assistants, makeup people...seriously man, there’s a lot.”

“Okay. That’s a start. But I want you to take note of who stays around longer than they need to.”

Malcolm nodded and seemed to have caught his breath finally. “What if we do? Should we scare them off?”

I shook my head. “Take notes. I don’t want anyone to know they’re being observed. Yet. For now, I want to get a feel for what we’re dealing with. See who’s around and see if it’s a one-time thing. We’ll play it like this for a few days and see what we can find. After a day or two, you’ll eat with her, and I’ll stay out and observe. Okay?”

He nodded again. “Look, Cole...you have to understand. I’ve been with Evangeline for years. She’s like a sister to me. It pisses me off that I can’t get a handle on this situation. I honestly can’t figure out where the threat is coming from.”

“I understand your frustration. I really do. But you have to know that my being here is because she needs more help. I can’t have you off pouting because I’m here. We need to work together on this.”

I would have said more, but the door to the reading room opened and people started milling out. Evangeline spotted Malcolm first and smiled at him—immediately going to his side. For some reason, it bothered me. She smiled at him—a relaxed smile—and wrapped her arm around his as she waved goodbye to the other actors and promised to see them in an hour.

Then she spotted me, and all that peace and relaxation immediately disappeared. She frowned and, if I wasn’t mistaken, glared. Huh. Who knew she had it in her? She almost looked intimidating. Almost.

Or maybe she was just a really good actress.

Somehow I doubted it.

Either way, I stepped back and observed. Sure enough, Cali went rushing by toward the food table while Malcolm led the princess away. I leaned against the wall and did my best to blend in and observe. So far no one was lingering or looking out of place. Everyone was on the move to one place or another.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Malcolm open the dressing room door and usher Evangeline inside and shut the door. I’d decided to wait until I saw Cali heading back this way before going to the dressing room. Why? One, it gave me extra time out here to get a good look at how people behave, and, two, I didn’t want to spend any more time in that room than I absolutely had to.

I was bored already. There was nothing going on that was raising any red flags. People were busy doing their thing, and nothing seemed out of place. Obviously someone was sending this stuff to Evangeline, but on the surface, there weren’t any obvious suspects. Not that it was unusual. It just meant that this case wasn’t going to be as cut and dry or as quick as I’d like it to be.

“Hey, Cole,” Cali said as she approached, carrying two plates, a young mousy girl on her heels. “This is Janelle. She’s one of the director’s assistants. There are two. Her and Matt. You’ll be seeing them around a lot delivering scripts and scheduling changes directly to Evangeline.” The girl said a quick hello before looking down at the ground. “I know we didn’t talk about it, but I had a feeling you’d probably want to spend a little more time talking with Evangeline during the lunch break. I brought you a plate too.”

Color me surprised. No one really took the time to think about me. I normally fended for myself. I could feel myself scowling at her and forced myself to relax. “Thanks,” I murmured and motioned for her and the quiet chick to lead the way to the dressing room.

I opened the door when we got there—without knocking—and let Cali enter first. In less than a minute, our plates were set out, and both Cali and Malcolm left without hardly uttering a word. Janelle stayed for a minute and went over the revised schedule for the afternoon before scurrying from the room. Once the door closed, I turned and faced Evangeline and instantly noticed that she didn’t look pleased.

“So, Emmeline, how’d the reading go?” I asked casually, walking across the room to the table where our lunch is waiting.

“It’s Evangeline,” she corrected but stayed standing on the opposite side of the room.

“Whatever,” I said as I took my seat and eyed the giant sandwich and potato salad Cali had plated up for me. The food definitely looked good, and if I was any kind of gentleman, I’d wait for her to sit down.

But I wasn’t.

She stood there and stewed for a solid minute, and I was three bites into my lunch before she finally walked over and took her seat. She was looking pretty annoyed and...prissy. I couldn’t help but snort and chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” she demanded.

“You. Why don’t you take the stick out of your ass for a few minutes? It might make sitting easier.”

“What?” Then she huffed. “You’re a real jackass, you know that, right?”

“And there’s no fish stinking up the room so lose the face, too.”

“Excuse me?” she snapped, clearly offended.

Putting my sandwich down, I leaned in a little closer. “Look, Maybelline, you asked for protection from my company and you’ve got it. By sitting here and treating me like I’m something beneath you, all you’re doing is making yourself look foolish. You don’t think I’m worthy of being your presence? That’s fine with me. I’m not thrilled with being in yours either. But while I am, you damn well better lose the attitude.”

I could see her lush little mouth trying to form words. I didn’t care. I went back to my sandwich. It was actually quite good. Ham, Swiss, a little of the spicy brown mustard that I happened to enjoy and...

“Screw you.”

Now that got my attention. How adorable. The actress was trying to offend me. Once again, my sandwich got put back down as I leaned back, crossed my arms, and studied her. “Screw you? That’s all you got?”

“Unlike you, I don’t need to be vulgar.”

“Sweetheart, I haven’t even
begun
to be vulgar around you. When it happens, you’ll know.”

“Every time you open your mouth, you’re vulgar.” She picked up her fork and stabbed it into her salad, believing she’d gotten the last word.

She thought wrong.

“I’ve actually been on my best behavior all day,” I said sweetly. “If you don’t believe me, listen to this.” I paused for dramatic effect. “I’ve looked all around this fucking dump of a movie set. Your security team is a bunch of overweight, overpaid pussies. Not one of them is man enough to take down even one of your teeny-bopper fans lining the fence outside. By the time Malcolm or one of his guys got to you if the stalker got through, they’d find you with your panties around your ankles while your stalker was making himself at home between your thighs and was grabbing your tits and making you his.” I stopped and raised a brow at her. “Vulgar enough for you?”

She paled. I kind of felt guilty—since a scenario like that wasn’t anything to joke about—but I needed her to see the difference.

“Like I said, I wasn’t vulgar earlier. I’m here to do a job and worrying about proper etiquette and being politically correct aren’t going to help me here.”

Once again she tried to find a comeback and failed.

Good.

“Are you going to be in the room with the cast for the rest of the day?”

She nodded.

“Okay. For today, Malcolm will be outside the door while I finish getting a feel for what’s going to be going on around the set. When you’re done with the reading, I’ll have Malcolm bring you back here so we can discuss how tomorrow is going to go. I want you to be aware of anyone that’s hanging around unnecessarily. You need to be prepared for the fact that we’re going to be changing things on a daily basis. If whoever is watching you doesn’t know your routine, he can’t get to you.”

She nodded again, but her eyes were as cold as ice as she looked at me.

“So you understand what I’m doing, right?” I asked, anxious to finish my lunch.

“Yes,” she said quietly.

We ate the remainder of our meal in silence.

***

R
eading must have been exhausting because when I met up with Evangeline later in the day to talk to her, Cali, Malcolm and his team, she looked ready to drop.

Not my problem.

“Okay, you’re due on the set tomorrow morning early, I’m told,” I said, looking directly at Evangeline. When she nodded, I added, “I want you here thirty minutes before that.”

“Thirty?” she objected. “That’s ...”

“Five o’clock. In the morning. I’m aware.”

“But it’s ridiculous! Why would I want to be here that early in the morning?”

All eyes were on me, I could feel it, but my eyes never left Evangeline’s. “Because everyone has a copy of the schedule for tomorrow. That means if your stalker is part of the cast, crew or whatever, or even if he gets a glimpse of the schedule, he’ll be expecting you at five-thirty. We’re going to start throwing things off.”

“You can’t mess with the production schedule,” Cali said, sounding concerned. “That could lead to more trouble or Evangeline losing her role.”

I still didn’t lose eye contact. “No one’s going to lose their job. All of the schedule changes are going to happen so they don’t have a conflict with production, and if I find it necessary to, I’ll talk to the producer or the director or whoever else I need to.” I don’t think Evangeline has even blinked since I started talking. “Do you trust me?”

“Not a chance.”

I sighed, realizing it would have been smarter to play a little nice so she would be easier to work with. But I never made smart decisions. “Do you trust me to do my job?”

“I don’t know,” she said.

“That’s fine. You don’t really know me but, believe me, you’re going to learn to. And fast.”

“Arrogant much?” she mumbled.

“Enough with the name calling,” I said, filled with annoyance, the passing thought about playing nice completely disappearing. “I realize you’re immature and all but really, it’s enough.”

“
I’m
immature?” she said, her voice raising as she stood. “You’re the one acting like a petty child who does nothing but whine and lash out for no reason. What gives you the right to call me names and yet act like I’m not allowed to do the same?”

“Rubber and glue.” I picked up my copy of the production schedule for the next day. “Malcolm, your guys are going to be on fan club detail in the morning. This is where I’m going to need your guys to be more observant—are we dealing with a bunch of overzealous girls or is there someone in the bunch who doesn’t seem to fit? Take video or pictures or whatever you can in case we need to identify someone later on.”

Malcolm nodded. “I’m on it.”

“Wait,” Evangeline interrupted, “Malcolm stays with me in the morning. And on other sets, both he and Cali are nearby.”

“Well, now you’ll have me,” I said and gave her a fake, tight smile.

“No,” she said, her shoulders stiffening in defiance. “You go and watch the crowd. I want Malcolm with me.”

“Newsflash, princess, you’re not calling the shots. I am. And I say that I’m going to be with you. Get used to it. We’re going to spending some quality time together whether you like it or not.”

“Since I’m the one who hired you, I’m the one who gets to make the final decisions. I’ll call Sebastian and get it worked out.”

That was it. I reached out and grabbed her arm before she turned away. Malcolm and his guys were instantly on their feet ready to defend her. One look from me and they all relaxed. “Listen, you are
not
going to call Sebastian every time you don’t get your way. This is why I called you immature. Only a child feels the need to tattle when they don’t get what they want. Like it or not, I’m the guy here to protect you. Quit fighting every damn thing I do and say. I’m not asking to be your friend or confidante, but dammit, you’re going to listen to me and do what I tell you. Are we clear?”