I have to meet Matt and Gina in the parking lot… But I’ve hardly stepped out onto the street when an individual in a black raincoat calls out to me. “Excuse me, are you Miss Rachel Davis?”
What does this guy want with me? A random guy who reads the press and wants to see what Austin William’s fiancé looks like? “I have a letter for you.”
The courier hands me a white envelope, without a name nor a logo, then immediately turns around and walks away, hurriedly. Is it Austin having a sweet message of support delivered to me? I rip the envelope open. A strange feeling comes over me.
Inside is a typed letter.
You should be more careful, Miss Rachel Davis. We know everything about you.
Your days are numbered.
As I read these words, my blood turns to ice. This time is not trivial, like Tanya
