“You have reason to believe Morgan’s in trouble, don’t you?” Duke stood in the center of the room, bristling as if expecting the worst.
Logan’s jaw tightened when he heard the words spoken aloud. “I’m trying not to overreact, but I do. I have plenty of enemies from my past who could have taken Morgan to avenge me. And I’ve also made plenty of people mad with the state police after that fiasco with Victor Goodman.”
Victor Goodman had been a shrewd businessman who’d manipulated people in power in order to get what he wanted. Even Logan’s former captain had been in the man’s pockets.
An internal investigation had been launched, and eventually Captain Durden had been fired.
But Durden had his fair share of loyal followers. Some of Logan’s colleagues were bent on making life as difficult as possible for Logan in retaliation for getting the captain in trouble. They believed Logan had framed him.
“What are you going to do now?” Andi peered up at him as she stood in the living room.
“I’m going to trace Morgan’s cell phone. I need to try to track her car as well. It’s a newer model, so it should be equipped with GPS. I’d also like to check the security footage from the award ceremony.”
Andi’s eyes widened. “You think Morgan has been missing for four days?”
“I think it’s a possibility. Considering the fact she seemed shaken after getting a text at there, I need to turn over every stone. As far as I know, the award ceremony is her last known location.”
They stepped toward the door, ready to spring into action.
Before stepping outside, Andi paused. “We’ll see what we can find out from people who were at the award ceremony and let you know if something comes up. And Gibson . . . we’re praying for you in this whole situation.”
“I appreciate that,” he said. “Morgan can use all the prayers she can get.”
His phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen. Someone had texted him from an unknown number.
His eyes narrowed as he clicked on it.
His breath caught when he realized it was a photo.
A photo that looked like an exact replica of Morgan’s photo.
Except in this one, a man hung from the tree.
The very man they’d discovered earlier.
Logan’s gut clinched.
It was just as he feared.
This murder wasn’t a coincidence.
That area where the man had been killed had been chosen on purpose.
Whatever was going on . . . it was connected with Morgan.
Logan’s throat swelled as his worst fears were confirmed.
Danger had found Morgan.
He’d never told her the complete truth—that he’d been there and watched her brother die, that his attempt to save Bobby had been too little, too late.
Five years of carrying that burden, of keeping her at arm’s length because he didn’t deserve her forgiveness.
Now she was missing. Now someone else had her.
“Not again,” he whispered to his reflection. “Not this time.”
Resolve hardened inside him. This time, he wouldn’t fail.