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“Any updates on your end?” Andi asked.
He started by telling them about the picture that had been left on his SUV for him.
He hesitated before adding. “And I found a journal Morgan was keeping. She indicated someone might have been watching her during one of her trips.”
Andi’s eyebrows flew up. “What? When?”
“She started writing about it in January.”
“How many trips has she gone on in those three months?” Andi asked.
“She does one or two a month.” He took a sip of his coffee, the warm liquid bringing him a moment of comfort. “But that one in January took multiple weeks because she was recording the sound of ice breaking.”
“Why would this guy grab her at the award ceremony?” Duke asked. “There had to be plenty of other opportunities to do so when she was alone. Grabbing her there where he could have been caught . . . it was risky.”
“You’re right.” Logan had thought of that already, but he didn’t have a good answer. “It seems like this guy is playing a twisted game—a game I don’t like.”
He glanced at the GPS again. They were only five miles away from Morgan’s car.
His heart pounded like a war drum in his ears. He had no idea what he might find. But he hated where all this was going.
It was painfully clear this wasn’t a case of miscommunication or Morgan spontaneously going out of town.
She’d been taken.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
DENVER, FIVE YEARS AGO
Logan,Bobby, and the rest of the gang were on the bridge, city lights glimmering in the distant and the river black below. Two more vehicles pulled up behind them—more witnesses than Logan had anticipated.
The odds had just gotten worse.
As Logan and Bobby were hauled from the van, Logan positioned himself between Bobby and the others. He raised his hands in a placating gesture, mentally listening to the countdown clock ticking.
“Viper, this isn’t right,” Logan said. “We don’t turn on our own without proof.”
“The proof is right here.” Viper tapped his temple. “Kid’s been acting different. Asking questions. Making calls when he thinks no one’s watching.”
“That’s just because his sister?—”
“His sister,” Viper spat out the words. “The one who suddenly has enough money for fancy camera equipment? Gallery shows? Where’s that money really coming from, huh?”
Logan felt Bobby stiffen behind him.
“Leave her out of this,” Bobby growled. “Morgan earned everything she has.”
“Brave words for a dead man.” Knox practically cackled as he said the words.
Logan’s hand inched toward his concealed weapon. If he could create enough confusion, maybe Bobby could run.
It would blow his cover and end the investigation, but at least Bobby might survive.
Before Logan could move, Razor lunged forward, grabbed Bobby by the throat, and dragged him to the bridge railing.
“Wolf!” Bobby screamed, his arm stretching out to grab him.
