“Jye, could you help us with something?”
He turned around in time to see Charity pretend to slice her neck, telling Daisy she didn’t want her to say anything. It was quite comical because for some reason, the annoying woman didn’t realize Jye could see her. Obviously whatever it was, Charity didn’t want his help, which made it all the more tempting for him. “I’d be happy to. What exactly do you need my help with?”
“Charity is in need of a security system. Apparently someone entered her apartment last night while she slept and left a flower on the pillow.”
He looked over at Charity. “Did you call the police and report it?”
Daisy didn’t give her time to answer. “No, she didn’t. I just found out about it a minute ago. I was getting ready to call Dane when you knocked on the door. I think she needs to take the break-in more seriously.”
Jye sat down in the chair across the table from Charity. “Has this person done anything else or maybe made contact with you before last night?”
Charity shook her head in answer.
“That’s not true. Friday night someone slashed all four tires on her car. And this crazy woman chased after him,” Daisy announced.
“You’re such a blabber mouth. See if I ever speak in confidence to you again.”
Everyone knew Charity didn’t get along with Jye and would do or say just about anything not to be forced to ask him for help.
Jye interrupted her tirade at Daisy. “Has anything else happened?” She shook her head no a little too quickly. “He hasn’t contacted you?”
After a huge huff, she finally answered. “Well someone’s been calling me but he doesn’t say anything when I answer.”
“How long has this been going on?” Jye was definitely getting a little worked up. His personality was the absolute epitome of an alpha male. There always appeared to be something dangerous lurking just under his skin, waiting for the right time to emerge.
“I’ve been getting calls for about six weeks now. He’s never said anything until last night. The annoying man interrupted The Bachelor, right when he was handing out the roses to his chosen harem for the week. It annoyed me so I told him off.”
“What? Why didn’t you report it to the police? He could be a real psycho and try to kidnap or even kill you,” Daisy shouted.
“How many times has he called?” Jye asked in a deceptively quiet voice.
“Maybe ten or twelve times,” she answered.
One eyebrow rose fractionally. “He’s called a dozen times over the last six weeks? That could be a simple case of the wrong number.”
“No, he calls that many times a day,” she confessed, making sure not to meet his eyes.
“Oh my word, wait until I tell your sister,” Daisy muttered.
“Has he contacted you any other way besides calling?” By this time, Jye realized she wasn’t going to volunteer any information. The only way he’d find out important facts is if he asked specific questions.
Charity crossed her arms over her chest and scrunched her face like a child who was upset that they’d been caught. “He might have emailed a few times.” There was no mistaking Jye’s look, he wasn’t buying her statement. “Oh alright, he’s sent me probably a hundred emails, give or take a few.” He continued to stare at her. “Stop interrogating me. I don’t like the way you’re wrenching out every last detail. I wouldn’t be surprised if I confess to a crime I didn’t commit. Obviously you wrote the book on intimidation.” She glared back at Jye. “And he’s left thirteen notes on my car window. There, are you happy now? You know every last detail about the situation.”