New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 95- Foul Play

I stalked backstage for a while. Usually nobody was ever here this early but I wanted answers.

I searched around for a while, looking through dressing rooms and bathroom stalls.

Is this an Invasion of privacy?

Yes.

Is it worth it to find the bastard that tried to kill my husband?

Absolutely.

Suddenly, there was a clicking noise from the prop room. I sucked in a breath and tiptoed beside a wall separating the rooms from the props.

I looked through the mirror to see what was going on through the wall.

Through The smudged glass I could make out a decent sized man in a Kiss shirt fiddling with the pistols.

I squinted to see who it was. He turned his head. I saw his features entirely.

I threw my hand to cover my mouth and the gasp escaping it. My other hand reached behind me, blindly searching for the doorknob I knew was there.

I silently stumbled into Addie's dressing room and shut the door carefully.

"Who's there?" Jon called.

I heard stomping footsteps outside. 

He opened the door. His eyes widened.

"Charlotte...What are you doing here?" I tried to hide my anger. "I should ask you the same." He smiled kindly.

His eyes darted to his shoes.

"I was singing. I sing when nobody else is here yet."

I nod understanding. I didn't understand his lie but I understood the truth.

"I was bored so I'm here early." I lied. He nodded.

I wanted to confront him, but I didn't know what he was thinking so I left it for another time.

I won't tell Darren.

Not yet.

Not until I find out why.