Author: S.T. Abby
Category: Young Adult
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“Who keeps calling?” Donny asks him as Logan silences his phone again.
“Johnson. I’m sure he’s trying to find a way to throw us off this investigation. By now he’s probably already heard we talked to Diana Barnes in private. He may be wanting to find out what we know.”
“Let’s go talk to Denver before he finds out what we’re doing.”
Logan glances at the time on his phone. “Okay, but I want to be back before it gets too late and make sure Lana is good.”
“Call her from the road, lover boy,” Donny says, rolling his eyes as Logan takes the driver’s seat of the car. Logan seems to be laughing about it.
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I can’t hear what they’re saying when they shut the doors, but I mute everything when my phone rings.
“Hey,” I say, smiling like a little girl with a crush.
“I need to run out of town to work on a lead. Any chance you’d go back home? I don’t like you being here.”
I smile, loving the way he cares. My eyes flick to the screen where people are passing by the school, slowly gathering as the paint appears.
“I think Delaney Grove is growing on me.”
He groans at the terrible joke.
“Logan, stop worrying. I’d rather be with you, or at least close to you, than sitting around wondering about you and if you’re safe.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about, babe. I can take care of myself.”
I can take care of you better.
My eyes move up as Elise and Leonard arrive on scene, taking pictures of the new message.
“Stop worrying about me. I doubt this guy even cares who I am.”
He grows quiet for a long minute.
“Logan?”
“Sorry. Was just thinking about how you completely ruin psychology.”
“How so?”
“Because you were attacked by a known serial killer because of my job, yet you stubbornly want to stay, acting as though the thought of another coming after you doesn’t faze you.”
I swallow hard. Never once has he sounded suspicious. Even now he sounds more confused than suspicious.
“I have a gun,” I tell him softly. “And I don’t want to be in my house.”
I close my eyes, hating the fact the lie will make him feel guilt.
“Go back to the hotel.”
“No,” I say on a sigh.
“Shit. We’ll resume this conversation later. Elise is beeping me.”
“Love you,” I say without hesitation, finding the words rolling off my tongue with natural ease.
“Love you.” I can hear the smile in his voice even as someone makes gagging sounds in the background.
Just as I hang up with him, Jake walks in, eyeing me as I try to wipe the dopey look off my face.