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“That explains a lot,” he says on a long breath. “You really have the entire town under surveillance. But yet I haven’t spotted a single camera.”
“I thought we weren’t discussing the case,” Jake says warily.
Logan pinches the bridge of his nose, and I stifle a sad smile. He’s in l
ove with his job and curious by nature. Right now he’s suffering the ultimate battle of right and wrong; a confliction I haven’t faced in a long time.
That struggle I see in his eyes is my fault.
“It’s NSA tech Jake swiped a few years ago, and he built his own versions,” I explain.
Jake looks like he’s about to fall off the couch, but I shrug like it’s no big deal. “The monitors cover all the most important parts of town, and we stay with the sheriff, watching his every move. We also keep a close eye on the deputies. It’s how I knew Hollis was coming after you.”
I don’t look at him as I say the words as emotionlessly as possible. But my voice unfortunately cracks and betrays me on that last sentence.
Logan’s hand tightens on my side, and he pulls me to him, hugging me against him. I take in his scent, closing my eyes, soaking it all in while I can.
He doesn’t know what’s to come, because he can’t see all the conversations the way we can.
“So you’re safe here?” Logan asks, the heartwarming concern in his tone coupled with a defeated sigh. He knows which route I’m going to choose, even though his option sounds better.
“It’s not just about me,” I say, peering up from his chest as he looks down.
He breathes steadily, but I can tell it’s with strain.
“Just like it’s not just about you,” I add, clutching the front of his shirt. “You’re good. I won’t take that away.”
He starts to speak, when suddenly the front door opens, and I turn in time to see Hadley stumble in, her eyes wide and fixed on Logan.
Her mouth opens and closes several times before finally locking shut. Then it pops back open. “What’s going on?”
“I’m wondering the same thing,” Jake says, not moving from his spot on the couch.
Logan groans, and I tug his hand. “We’re going to the bedroom to have a night off.”
“Four bodies is your idea of a night off?” Hadley asks dryly.
I grimace, but Logan doesn’t make an expression as he follows me to the bedroom.
I hear whispers erupt in the living room as Jake and Hadley panic a little, but I shut the door on them and lean back on it, studying the man in my temporary bedroom.
He looks around at the floral patterns lining every surface and quirks an eyebrow at me.
“The owners only come here for summer and Christmas.” Just in case he wants to look for their missing bodies or whatever. I don’t know if he trusts that I’m not killing innocent people.
He sits down on the bed, clasping his hands together. One glance in the mirror has me cringing. Blood is splattered across my face and matted in my hair.
“I’ll shower,” I say awkwardly.
I’m pretty sure there should be a sense of horror filling me, considering his white shirt has smears of blood on it as well.
The bloody ex-girlfriend takes on a new meaning.
He doesn’t object or say anything as I step out, leaving him overwhelmed with everything going on.
I feel like the devil’s advocate who has lured a saint to the edge of a cliff and now beckons him to jump.
With quiet steps, I grab the note from the drawer in the hallway—the note I never knew if I’d use or not. The living room is quiet, but I’m sure Jake and Hadley are in the back bedroom, making use of their kindred ways.
