"Okay, well, *that's* creepy."
"I got it right after I walked offstage," Heather added. "No name saved. No previous messages."
Penny was already dialing.
Heather's eyes widened. "Penny, *no*!" She snatched the phone back just before the call connected.
"I don't want to engage. I don't care who it is."
Penny raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? Because you're definitely *thinking* about it."
Heather didn't answer, but the hesitation in her eyes said everything.
A second knock came at the door.
Penny sighed. "What now, fan mail?"
Heather opened the door. It was Lily—one of the makeup artists from set. She looked a little winded, holding out Heather's jacket.
"You left this in the dressing room."
"Oh—thanks." Heather took it, then hesitated. "Come in?"
Lily stepped inside, immediately catching the tension in the air.
"What's going on?"
Penny was already waving the phone like a game show prize. "Hell got a weird message."
Lily read the screen and frowned.
