Dominique's hands were flying across her harp, weaving a sad and wistful melody, when the suit walked in.<br/><br/>"What do you want, Addison?" she asked sharply, turning her head toward the man, letting her hands work the taut strings.<br/><br/>He looked strained. "Ma'am you have a letter."<br/><br/>"From whom?"<br/><br/>"One of the suppliers got a text message from a dealer, saying that she had been kidnapped."<br/><br/>Dominique jerked her hands off her instrument. "The cops?"<br/><br/>The suit shook his head no. "Give it to me." she said.<br/><br/>Addison crossed the floor and handed her a folded piece of paper. Dominique opened it and scanned it quickly, eyebrows creeping higher and higher up her forehead, then collapsing into a frown as she did so. He shifted nervously.<br/><br/>"It is addressed to the Don because young dealers are told that they are given his number. Really, it is just their supplier. So this girl sent it to her supplier, who got it and sent it to<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>supplier. It worked its way up to you from there," he said.<br/><br/>"I realize that," she snapped.<br/><br/>She lowered the paper from her eyes, and tapped her fingers against her leg. Just because these men were wearing all black, which is what Dominique assumed Karma meant when she said they were dressed as the Don's men, did not mean they were targeting The Dark Bullets.  Anyone could buy a black suit. But, then again, she couldn't have the enemies picking off dealers, and you didn't mess with The Don's people without consequence. "I want some of this girl's supplier's men looking for her and her kidnappers, and all the dealers watching their backs. Send it down the grape vine, with my regards." she said.<br/><br/>Addison nodded and turned to leave. "Oh, and one more thing," she said, as the suit spun around again. "If anything more like this happens, tell me immediately." He nodded once more and headed out of the room.