Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Sienna didn’t look at it right then, instead taking a glove and an evidence bag from her purse, slipping the glove on, and putting the envelope in the bag. She wanted to read the letter alone after this so she could focus on every word. “I don’t have any reason to believe you’re in any danger, Lucia. But if it would make you feel better, I can have a uniform car make a few trips by your home this evening and over the next few days. And if we find evidence that says otherwise, I won’t hesitate to let you know,” she said as she removed the glove.
“Okay, thank you. This is all just so . . . unexpected.”
“I wish I could give you more answers. But right now, we’re still gathering facts. Can I ask you a few questions?”
“Yeah, of course. About the design I drew for the Gavin Decker cards?” She gave a small shrug. “Those have to be the ones you were referring to. They’re the only cards one of my drawings was featured on. And that was only because I was the president of his fan club.
“The design was inspired by a tattoo he has on his wrist,” she explained, turning her arm over and tapping on the same place where Gavin’s tattoo was inked. “I had a friend who ran a printing company, and he did a small batch for me just to use for giveaways for the fan club members and whatnot. I also sent a set to Gavin, and he posted about them on social media.” A look came over her face that Sienna could only describe as adoring. “He’s the best. A lot of women went gaga over him because of his looks, but he’s the whole package. I started an Instagram page featuring all things Gavin Decker, and it blew up, so I formed the fan club.” That adoring look increased, crossing over into the realm of worship, before she giggled softly. “He was always so generous to his fans, me included.” She sighed dreamily.
Sienna figured the levels of hell were deep and full of suffering, and she didn’t want to be overly dramatic, but watching someone visibly swoon over the ex who had broken your heart had to be at least one of them. “Did you have a lot of personal contact with Mr. Decker?” she asked, working to make her tone sound businesslike and casual.
“I wish. No, he was a busy man, and he traveled a lot in those days, but he was always great about replying online and making time to autograph items and send them. And then once he posted a picture of those cards on his social media, giving me credit, a company reached out and purchased the rights to the artwork. It was a nice little paycheck, and they sold well.”
“Do you have the name of the company that bought them?”
“Yeah. They’re called Mister Ace. They still print them, though not nearly in the same quantities as when Gavin was playing professionally.”
Sienna typed the name into the notes app in her phone, then set it back down. There was no reason to speak to them immediately, but she’d keep their name just in case things changed. She thought for a moment. “Do you have a list of the fan club members who received those decks?”
Lucia squinted one eye as she thought about that. “I can forward you a list of the old members, but I didn’t keep any information about who won the giveaways. I don’t even know if their information would be current. It’s been several years now.”
Sienna reached in her purse and pulled out a card. “If you could email me that list, I would appreciate it. And if you think of anything else at all that might be helpful, even if it seems like nothing, please give me a call.”
Lucia nodded, taking the card and looking at it before putting it in her wallet, which sat next to her drink. “I will. And if there’s anything I should know about the letter, will you call me?”
“Absolutely. Oh, and one more thing—can I take that straw to rule out your DNA on the envelope?” Sienna asked.
Lucia stared at it a minute. “Oh. Yeah, sure.” She plucked the straw from her drink and handed it to Sienna, who wrapped it loosely in a napkin.
“I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me.” She picked up the tea and took another long sip. “This was fantastic. Thanks.”
Settled back in her car, Sienna put on another pair of gloves from the kit in her trunk and brought the envelope contained in the evidence bag from her purse. She opened the outer envelope and slid the smaller white one from inside. The message, handwritten on the front, was exactly as Lucia had said: Sienna will call you. Give this to her, and only her. Which was eerie as hell, considering she’d only moved to Reno less than a week before. Why hadn’t it been addressed to Kat or Sergeant Dahlen? Who knew her name? Who knew she specifically would call Lucia?