Page 69 of Chain Reaction
Raven needed a break from researching the insignia. She’d searched through so many images that her eyes were beginning to cross.
Instead, she decided to look at Eleanor’s Facebook post again, as well as the Facebook group for Eleanor’s beachcombers club.
The beachcombers club had been very chatty this week with the news of what had happened. Everyone seemed especially cautious right now. Many were curious to know if anything else would wash up in this area.
Raven was also curious. Next time, it might not even be a bomb. It could be something else equally as dangerous.
Until they knew more, they needed to be ready for anything.
She paused by one comment someone had left on Eleanor’s original photo.
She hadn’t seen this one before. It had been left only four hours ago.
Her eyes narrowed as she read the words:You should have known better than to bring that home. It’s like you wanted to be collateral damage.
“Hey, Jake . . . check this out.” Raven moved her laptop closer so he could see the screen. Then she pointed to the comment. “What’s your take on that?”
He let out a grunt as he read it. “It sounds suspicious.”
“I agree. It’s almost like this guy is goading us.”
Out of curiosity, Raven clicked on the profile picture of the man who’d commented. She wanted to know more about him.
His name appeared. Thomas Logan. He was from New York. Former military.
“That’s interesting.” She used her mouse to point out his past career.
Jake leaned closer, the scent of his aftershave teasing her. The sandalwood and citrus cologne had always been her favorite.
She forced her thoughts to focus and cleared her throat. “I wonder if this guy still lives in New York?”
“I have a contact who might be able to help us figure that out.”
“That would be amazing.”
Jake grabbed his phone. “Let me see what I can do.”
Twenty minutes later, Jake and Raven had their answer.
“Get this.” Jake turned to Raven, unable to contain the excitement in his voice. “Thomas Logan still lives in New York. But my friend was able to ping this guy’s cell phone.”
Raven’s eyes widened. “And?”
“It turns out he’s in Lantern Beach right now.”
Her eyes widened even more. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m not. He’s staying in a rental.”
“Do you have an address?”
“My friend is sending it now.” This could be the lead they’d been waiting for.
As if in response, a phone buzzed—but it wasn’t his, he realized.
It was Raven’s. She glanced at the screen, her gaze flickered, then she clicked off it.
Had the message been from Kingston?
