audible. She shook her head. “No one, no.... Not on my team.”
This last part was weak. They all knew it had to be someone on her team, but it sounded as if she wasn’t ready to face that possibility.
“I’d like to check your luggage to see if anyone’s tampered with it or planted cameras in your belongings. That’s really the only way someone could have seen you write in your journal and known where to look for it. Where are Debra and the rest of your team now?” Chad asked.
“Debra went on to Denver. She’s in the Towers there, getting ready for the next show. She plans to stay with us for a few stops until this all dies down, then she’ll go back to her office. I think the rest of the team was given a few days off. They’ll meet us in Denver for the show. They should arrive tomorrow.”
“Give me a minute,” Chad said and crossed back over to speak to Sam. They could hear him instructing her to send two of his people to Denver to screen all of PJ’s luggage. He also sent someone to the hotel in New York where she’d been when all this blew up to search the hotel suite there for any evidence that someone had been spying on her.
PJ sank forward, her head in her hands, and Gabe rubbed her back. He wanted to say something, anything, that could make this better for her, but he knew there wasn’t anything to say.
Whoever this was, would prove to be a huge and very personal betrayal by someone she loved very much – or at the very least, trusted. Chad returned, sitting down across from them once again.
Before he had a chance to speak, Samantha stood and came over to them, holding her laptop.
“Chad, you need to see this.”
Gabe leaned in. “What is it, Samantha?”
Chad was watching something on the screen intently. Samantha looked up at Gabe and explained.
“I’ve been looking at footage from security cameras and sightings posted on social media of PJ coming and going from her venues and from the hotels.”
Gabe’s eyes widened. “That’s a lot of footage.”
Sam waved a hand. “There are algorithms involved. And I told the computer to look for a few people, so it’s not really me doing the looking.”
Gabe knew Sam was a genius with computers. She had a game out that had been some kind of instahit when it released the year before. And he knew she’d worked for the FBI.
But he’d never seen her in action like this. He was glad she was here helping them.
“What did you find?” Pru asked.
Chad turned the screen toward them and played a clip. It was grainy like it had come from a security camera, and a cheap one at that. He saw PJ’s limo pull up to his hotel in New York City.
“That’s after a show two months ago,” Pru said.
“Yeah, New York,” Sam said. She pointed to a corner of the screen. “Watch here.”
Pru went into the hotel with her security by her side. Seconds later, a woman stepped out from the shadow of the building and followed Pru into the building.
A gasp had Gabe looking at Pru. She was staring at the video.
“That’s Erika Wilde.”
Gabe knew the name, but couldn’t place it.
Pru filled him in. “She’s Kurt’s girlfriend. The one he left me for.”
“Do you think it’s a coincidence she’s at the hotel?” Pru asked.
Chad shook his head. “Sam found another video of her in the hotel lobby the following day when you were leaving for the venue you were playing that weekend.”
“I cross checked Kurt’s band’s schedule with your tour and there are two more times you guys were in the same city near the same time. I’ve got the computer looking for videos from those cities now.”
“You guys can go back to your house, Gabe. Sam and I will be running full background checks on your team, the band, your bodyguards—anyone who could be behind this, PJ. We’ll keep going on the Erika lead also. We’ll come by to talk about the results tomorrow. You have security arriving in the morning, Gabe?”
“Yes, Zach’s sending two of his people over at daybreak. We’ll keep them at the house with us, and then take them with us when we go on the road.”
Gabe could feel PJ’s eyes on him. He hadn’t exactly told her he planned to go on her tour with her and stay on the tour for as long as she