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His gut clenched.
He glanced around the space, noticing that everything was in place. There were no signs of a struggle.
That brought him a certain measure of relief.
But in his gut, he also knew something didn’t feel right.
It wasn’t as if Morgan had to tell him whenever she went out. Of course, she didn’t.
But she usually let Logan know if she was going on any trips.
There was also the possibility Morgan had gone into town to get some groceries or do some other errand.
So why did Logan feel certain that wasn’t the case? He tried to put his finger on the answer. Going out too close to evening wasn’t her favorite thing. The roads out here got so dark and were so desolate.
He stepped farther inside, hating to intrude. Morgan knew him well enough to know he’d only do this with good reason.
And today, he had that.
As he glanced at the floor, he saw the footprint.
The dirty outline of a shoe. Everything else around him disappeared.
It wasn’t Morgan’s shoe. It was far too large.
No, this was a man’s work boot.
Or . . . or could it be a boot like someone in a motorcycle gang might wear?
Someone else had been inside her cabin. Someone who was possibly dangerous.
His breath hitched.
Logan prayed he wasn’t too late.
CHAPTER
FOUR
Logan documentedthe size of the footprint as well as took a picture.
This might be nothing. Maybe she’d had a friend over. Maybe she had a dating life he was unaware of.
Then he paused by Morgan’s bedroom door.
Peering inside seemed intrusive. But he wanted to be thorough, and he’d ask for forgiveness if nothing came of this.
He pushed the door open.
Morgan’s bedroom occupied the eastern corner of the cabin, and it smelled of cedar, lavender, and the chemical note of photographic paper—an alchemy uniquely Morgan’s. Mud-caked hiking boots lay beside the braided rug beneath her bed.
His throat tightened when he saw her suitcase in the corner. And on her dresser . . . was her favorite camera.
She’d never go on a trip without it.
Seeing the suitcase and camera only confirmed something was wrong.
Logan paused near a leather-bound journal.
