“I think we have to take this threat seriously, Martika,” she said. “You called me down here to help, and I’m going to do my best to find the person responsible. But the person has now threatened your life, and I think you should call in the police now.” Martika sighed with frustration. “I already told you, that’s out of the question,” she said. “Well, then,” Nancy persisted, “at least put your security staff on alert, and have a bodyguard with you at all times.” Martika lifted her hands in dismay. “Are you kidding?” she asked. “How would that look? Me walking around with some big hulk in a uniform!” “What about someone who knows martial arts?” Nancy suggested. “A woman, maybe. She would draw less attention. People would just think she was your personal assistant.” “Nancy,” Martika said, “your job is to find out who wrote these notes. I can take care of myself. Besides, whoever it is, I’m sure the death threat isn’t serious. The person just wants to ruin Cloud Nine.”
