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Laying there helplessly, he heard a car starting up, then it sped away. He wasn’t sure how long he lay there before Nevada arrived on scene.

“Damn it. Logan!” Nevada knelt beside him in concern.

“I’m… okay. My… vest stopped… the bullet.”

“Yeah, but it still can cause some damage. Hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it? Where’s Dixie?”

“That bastard took her. Put an APB out on that car, please.” Struggling to sit up against the wall, Logan took deep breaths trying to ease the pain. He had to find Dixie and make sure she was safe. If anything happened to her, he couldn’t live with himself.

“Alright. Don’t move,” Nevada ordered sternly, his gaze intense as he looked at Logan while he called in the All-Points-Bulletin.

“I can’t just sit here. I have to go after her.” With great effort, Logan managed to stand up but immediately doubled over in pain, placing his hands on his knees as he struggled to catchhis breath.

“I called the others and Sam is on his way here. Brody, Paul, and Mark will be out looking for the vehicle, which is what I need to do. You stay here until Sam arrives.”

“I think this was the same guy who broke into her house before. He told her he wanted some journal, but she told him she didn’t know what he was talking about.” Logan sucked in a breath and groaned at the pain it caused.

“Just sit down, Logan. We’ve got this.”

“Nevada…”

“Sit down. Sam will be here soon. In fact, I hear a siren. I’m leaving. Stay still.” Nevada walked out the door while Logan leaned against the wall and slid to the floor.

Logan heard the siren shut off and knew Sam had arrived, then he heard Nevada’s vehicle start and drive off.

Sam entered the house and walked to him. He squatted and put his hand on Logan’s shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.”

“Go to the hospital and get checked out.”

“No.”

“Excuse me? I didn’t ask, Logan. You could have a cracked rib or worse. You’re going to hurt like hell and have a lot of bruising.”

“I’ve been hit before in a vest, Sam. I need to go after Dixie.”

“I’ve been shot in the vest before too, and I know how painful it can be. You will go to the hospital and if the doctor says you can return to work, then you can. If you refuse to obey anorder, then I’ll fire your ass. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Logan grumbled.

Sam helped him up. “Do you want an ambulance?”

“No, I can drive. It’ll hurt, but I’d rather go and get it over with.”

“Alright. I’m going to look through the house and check for fingerprints.”

“I doubt if there are any. He wore gloves.” Logan stared at Sam. “Would you really fire me?”

“In a fucking heartbeat.” Sam grinned, then began walking through the house.

Despite the pain, Logan grinned. He slowly made his way to his vehicle, opened the door, and climbed inside, swearing with every movement.

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Dixie sat in the passenger seat with her arms folded across her chest as tears rolled down her face.

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