“I have a message for Mr. McKay….”

The hairs on the back of Gabby’s neck stood at attention. Maybe it was the voice synthesizer the caller used…maybe it was the menacing tone. Either way, Gabby’s gut twisted. “Yes?”

“Tell the Yankee if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll go home.”

Her heart thudded. “Who is this?”

“Just know, Mr. McKay, nobody wants you here.”

The line went dead. Gabby quickly queued up a set of songs, despite her trembling hands. “That was a threat, Mr. McKay. I think we should call the sheriff.”

He shook his head. “That wasn’t a direct threat. I’ll call the sheriff later, but don’t hold your breath on him being able to do anything.”

But the call unnerved her. Attacks. Vandalism. Now this threat. What was happening to Mystique?

What was going on with KLUV?