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He curses and runs a hand through his hair. “He’s dead, Logan. Destroying your unit and all the good it has done won’t bring that man back to life. The end justifies the means right now.”
I stand, knowing he’s not going to budge. And I pull off my service weapon and toss my badge on the desk with it.
“Then consider this my resignation,” I tell him.
His eyes widen. “Don’t be stupid, Logan. Take some more time off. You’re too close to this case, and you’re not thinking clearly right now.”
“I’m thinking very clearly. I joined the FBI with the naïve notion we were going to always do the right thing no matter the personal costs to ourselves. I dedicated my every waking moment to this place, sacrificing any chance at a healthy lifestyle or any actual living. I didn’t sign up to be corrupted by the one thing that is supposed to be filled with honor. And I won’t be a part of it. Plenty of corruption is just outside those doors, and at least I get to have a life out there.”
He looks frustrated, but not as frustrated as I feel.
“You’re making a mistake,” he says as I start to walk out.
I turn and face him. “No. I’m fixing the mistakes, Director. Just remember that.”
I slam the door behind me, and I head back to my office to clear everything out. People glance at me as I walk through, and Leonard reads my face, his eyes dropping to my empty holster at my hip.
I’ve always hated wearing a tie anyway.
Taking my tie off and tossing it to the corner of my office, I grab a box, and pack up the few things that mean anything to me. Including the picture of Lana and me that I put on my desk a long time ago.
Hadley walks in as I finish up, and she shuts the door behind her.
“Don’t bother telling me I’m making a mistake,” I say without looking up.
“I’m not,” she says, walking toward me quickly.
My brow furrows when I see how wide her eyes are.
“What? If it’s a case, then you should take it to Donny.”
“Logan, Jason Martin was just found dead and castrated in South Carolina,” she says in a hushed tone reserved for blasphemy.
Blood rushes through my veins, and I squeeze the box in my hands as I lower it back to the desk.
“Was it—”
The words break off, because hope like that could destroy me if I’m wrong.
She nods slowly. “They sent me the pictures. I told them it wasn’t our Scarlet Slayer because she was dead. But it’s her, Logan. The knife is the same type, the wall was painted red, and there were no hesitation marks at all. Also, the shoe was a woman’s size. It wasn’t Jake. It was her. She’s alive, Logan. She’s actually alive.”
Tears start pouring from her eyes as I sag to my chair, unable to keep standing as my skin prickles all over. I’m almost afraid to believe it, knowing it’d be the final nail in my coffin if Hadley is wrong.
“I’ve been trying to find Jake since D-day, but haven’t found him anywhere. I checked plane logs, and couldn’t find any evidence that they came or went. That body was over a month old, but they just uncovered it. They found it in a cellar of a house that’s been on the market for a while,” she goes on.
“I know where you can search for them, and I think I know how you’ll find them,” I say quietly as I grab my things.
“What?! How?”
I look her in the eyes. “If you go to him, you can’t come back Hadley. If you leave with me right now, it’s the end of your life here. Do you understand that? It’d be too dangerous for them if we keep any sort of attachment to this life.”
“I’ll be packed and ready within the hour,” she says without hesitation. “I can’t quit, since this is a mandatory position, but I can disappear. I can make us both disappear if you want to give me two hours.”
“Do it,” I tell her. “I’ll meet you out front in ten minutes.”
“Where are we going?”
“I’m going to talk to the only person who can give me answers. You’re going home to get everything ready, including emptying our accounts.”
