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He juggled his phone out and dialed Marcus. He answered on the first ring. “She sent something,” Logan said without preamble.
“I’ll be right there.”
Logan shoved his phone into his pocket. He looked down the corridor and spotted the nurse power walking his way. “She’s awake.”
The older woman nodded. “I’ll check on her.”
Logan stood in the doorway and watched the exchange. Izzy barely acknowledged the nurse. She simply stared out the window and nodded or shook her head at the appropriate times. Lost. That’s all he saw.
She was utterly lost to him and he didn’t know how to fix it.
Twelve
“What the hell are they going to do about it? Why the hell do you think I went to the private sector for this, Roth?”
Logan paced the confines of the cafeteria of the hospital. It was between the breakfast and lunch rush, and only a handful of people were in there. Marcus sat at one of the cafe tables, his hands clasped on the tabletop.
He knew it was a tactic. Marcus had been trying to handle him since the day he hired him. Normally he appreciated the even-tempered man. It kept him from going off the deep end about this whole deal.
Today?
Not so much.
“Logan, I know the police haven’t helped in the past—hell, I know why. There’s a reason that twenty percent of my workload is stalking cases. The laws are definitely not in your favor. But this isn’t just nuisance threats.”
“You said yourself—no proof.”
“Yes, but we need the police to be involved to cover your ass. These people count on wearing you down and isolating you. And you know Aimee is a special case. She has money and smarts on top of her crazy. Even if we can’t prove that she was involved in the bookstore’s fire, it means she’s escalating.” Marcus sat back in his chair. “In a big way.”
“I think we should disappear.”
Marcus’s eyebrow lifted. “What are we talking here?”
“Off grid. New names.”
“With your fame? Are you serious?”
Logan crossed his arms. “Just long enough to get Izzy well. She’s grieving, man. I can’t have her in full bodyguard lockdown at the cabin. Aimee has already gotten to her there. I need to find somewhere that she’ll feel safe. And I need to find a way to end this. One way or another.”
“We’ve discussed this. I don’t do mercenary work—no matter how rich you are.”
“I want to go on the offensive. I’ve been playing defense for way too long. Being the bigger man isn’t getting it done. I need her destroyed in social media. She thinks she’s untouchable. That is not the case.”
Marcus tilted his head. “Like what?”
“That kid in college. That went off grid for a year. I need to know what happened to him. I don’t care what it costs, or how blurred the legal lines get. I need you to find out what happened to him. There has to be something there.”
“I can do that.”
Logan turned around to find the tattooed guard from Isabella’s room detail.
“Bishop—”
“Marcus, there’s a reason I’m on your payroll. I don’t mind doing these bodyguard jobs, but I’m good at the research and undercover work. I’m good at getting around the red tape. Use me.”
Marcus, usually unflappable, had gone rigid. Logan frowned. He had a feeling there was something else going on with that exchange. But right now he didn’t fucking care about whatever personal shit was going on between these two men. He needed results.
