"Oh, here," Malcolm sat on the bed and he closed her robe for her, tying it back up. "There. Someone has to save you," he whispered. "And it's sure as hell going to be me." He rose then, crossing the room to grab his phone. From there, he texted John to tell him he had the person who had sent the letter at his apartment and he needed to come now.
"I'm going to go get you some water. We can discuss dinner after John gets here."