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The front door flew open.Almost slammed into Logan’s crumpled form.
“Damn!”A sharp exclamation from Gray.“Someone played hard.”
Kane just grunted.As if he knew any other way to play.
“Who needs medical treatment?”Gray demanded.
Only the man on the floor.
Gray checked Logan for weapons.He signaled for the paramedics.They rushed inside, even as Ana kept holding tightly to Kane, and he kept holding just as tightly to her.
When the paramedics touched Logan, his eyes flew open.He jerked upright.Only for Gray to shove him right back down.“Oh, yes, we will be restraining your ass,” he swore.
Logan’s wild eyes whipped around the room.Landed on Ana.Ana held in Kane’s embrace.“I’ll get out!”Blood poured from his busted lips.“I’ll get out again.Should have…should have ended me…I’ll come back…I’ll?—”
“Hey, asshole.”Gray’s calm voice.
Logan’s attention jumped to him.
“My team says they found your fingerprints in the abandoned truck.Fingerprints.DNA.All kinds of delightful pieces of evidence in the stolen vehicle.Come on, you remember the truck I’m talking about—it had a dead body inside?You know, the man you killed?The dead guy littered with the bullets that will probably match those in the gun you used here?”
A gun that had already been bagged and tagged as evidence.
“Got a fun fact for you.”Gray nodded grimly.“Mississippi has the death penalty.Think you’ll get it at the trial?My money says you will.You’re also going to be placed in one nightmare of a prison.No psych transfers for you.Just a fast trip to your own, private hell.”
Logan’s mouth dropped open.Blood-soaked.Beaten.He tried to surge up—on his one good foot.
Kane shoved Ana behind him.
But Gray was the one who slammed his fist into Logan’s jaw and sent him slumping right back down to the bloody floor.“Let’s get some restraints here, people!”Gray blasted.But, Kane caught it when, voice lowering, Gray growled to Logan, “That was for shooting Emerson, you prick.Just so you know, I’m not even close to being done with you.”
ChapterTwenty-Three
“He lockedme in the trunk of my car.”Tears poured down Zuri’s cheeks.“I had just arrived at the restaurant.You know I always arrive before everyone else.He came up behind me.Grabbed me.I tried to fight him, but he was too strong.”
Ana held her friend’s hands.Their foreheads pressed together as they huddled in front of Ana’s house.
The crime scene.The chaos scene.
Logan was being loaded into the back of an ambulance.All of the color had left his face—he’d looked ashen, probably from the blood loss.And the beating.
And me nearly strangling him to death with broken harp strings.
“I was in that trunk for hours.He…he told me what he was doing.”A shuddering breath from Zuri.“He left me in the trunk while he met those men at th-the dojo.Turner’s dojo.He was inside when they arrived.He’d gagged me, tied me up, and I couldn’t get out.He disabled the trunk release lever right in front of my eyes.I couldn’t get out!”she said again.“I banged and banged, but no one heard me.I knew he was going in there to kill them, he told me that he was.I wanted to stop him, but I couldn’t.And then…then he was back.I don’t even know how long he was gone.He opened the trunk to look at me.There was blood on his clothes, and he told me that he’d tied up loose ends.”
Tied up loose ends.By that, Ana knew Logan had meant that he’d stabbed Turner Mitchell and the lawyer, Kyle Sanchez.He’d also left a deadly trap for Kane and Gray.
Kane.
“He was waiting for something when we were parked near the dojo.”Zuri backed away a bit.“When he had the trunk open to check on me, he kept looking to the sky like he should see something.”
An explosion?
“And when he didn’t, he got mad.He hit some black device he had, and then he slammed the trunk shut, and I-I heard a bigboom.Felt like the world was exploding.”
Not the world.Just the dojo.
But when I thought Kane was in the wreckage, I thought for sure my world had exploded.
