I frowned, "Where's he waiting for me?"

"In the car." Daniel pointed to a black Bentley parked by the curb.

My lips were squeezed together. "What's the purpose? It was him who convinced me to go to the concert. The show has ended. Tell him to leave."

I pivoted and proceeded toward my personal vehicle. "And tell him not to come to my place anymore."

"Mrs. Blackwood…" Daniel, who had obviously been following Richard for the last two days, ...