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Finally, the guard led McCarthy into the room. As expected, when he caught sight of Logan, he shook his head and tried to turn around. But the guard firmly placed him in the chair and looked at Logan.

“Let me know if you need anything, Logan,” the guard said before leaving.

Logan nodded and watched him go before turning his attention back to McCarthy.

“What the fuck do you want, Townson?” McCarthy sneered.

Logan grinned and pulled out another chair from under the table. He spun it around and straddled it, folding his arms on top of thebackrest.

“The journal,” he demanded. He could see the shock on McCarthy’s face that he knew about it.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, yes you do.” Logan leaned closer, narrowing his eyes. “Do you even know what happened to Dixie?” he snapped.

“Dixie? What are you talking about?”

“You told your cellmate about that journal you kept with all your illegal transactions, including information on Cortez.” Logan raised a hand to quiet McCarthy as he started to protest. “Your cellmate informed Cortez and he and his goons went after Dixie to get their hands on it.” He watched as McCarthy’s face paled. “But they couldn’t find it. That’s where you come in. I want to know where it is.”

“What about Cortez?”

“He’s going to prison, but don’t be too happy about that. I’m sure he can reach you from wherever he is.”

“Is Dixie alright?”

“She is now. I want that journal.”

“I never had a journal. I made it all up.”

Logan shot up from his chair. “I don’t believe you,” he growled.

“I don’t care if you believe me or not.”

“Well, I’ll find it. And I won’t stop until I do.”

“Do whatever you want.” McCarthy shrugged.

“Oh, I’m going to.” Logan grinned. “I’m marrying your daughter. Too bad you won’t be able to attend the wedding.” With that, he knocked on the door and left the room with asense of satisfaction.

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The next day, Dixie and Logan entered her house to attempt to clean up the mess. Dixie knew that Logan’s injuries would limit his ability to help, but he was determined to assist her.

“I can work on the desk,” he offered.

“Okay. I’ll start picking up the mess. If your ribs are too painful, take a break.”

“I will. The bruises are healing faster than my ribs, so I have to be careful not to move too quickly or in weird positions.”

“No weird positions? Where’s the fun in that?” she teased, causing him to laugh before wincing and clutching his side. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

“Just wait until I’m feeling better. I’ll show you some weird positions.”

“Promises, promises. I’ll grab the broom. You can sit while you go through the desk.” She lifted the five drawers and placed them on top of the desk, making it easier for Logan to access them without bending down.

“Yes, ma’am.” Logan pulled over the matching chair and sat down carefully before beginning to search through each drawer, hoping to find a clue about the location of the journal.

“I’m so glad the tea set was still in my car. It would have killed me if it had been destroyed,” she said.

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