Tara was lost in the thread of music but noticed her throat was dry. She rose and nearly floated to the kitchen to bring out the wine from the freezer. She poured the white zinfandel and brought the rest of the bottle. Bronwyn was melted into the music, swaying with every stroke of the bow.<br/><br/>The cacophony from the street fell away and only the thin strip of sky gave evidence to a world beyond the courtyard. Tara leaned on her elbows, resting her chin in her hands.<br/><br/>Suddenly from a deep place in her mind, unbidden , Tara blurted out,<br/><br/>"I found a threatening note in my paperwork tonight. I was told to meet a messenger out by the riverwalk and the Imax theatre after dark tomorrow night." she murmured.<br/><br/>Bronwyn kept on playing so Tara was relieved that the red head didn't hear her.