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Reeves had been able to pinpoint the GPS location of Morgan’s car also. That would be the first thing Logan checked out, though he had no hopes he’d find Morgan with the car. Still, he needed to check it out.
He also wanted to follow up on the man they’d found hanging in the woods. He needed to know if there were any connections between this man and Morgan.
Was the hanging victim a random person taken off the streets? Someone who’d been chosen to be made an example of? Or was he picked for a reason?
Logan needed to figure out all those things. He intended on asking Duke and Andi for their help. He knew this search would move much quicker with their assistance. Plus, three heads were better than one.
He cleaned himself up and then hurried out to his SUV.
But when he stepped outside, he froze.
Something had been left on his windshield.
He glanced around, looking for any signs that the person who’d left this was still here.
He saw nothing. No footprints or tracks. If either had been there, someone had covered them up.
Then he slowly walked toward his SUV.
A paper had been left under his windshield wiper.
Tugging on some gloves, he pulled the paper from his SUV, flinging the snow from atop it.
It was a photo, he realized.
A photo of Morgan’s cabin.
From last night.
With Logan’s SUV parked out front.
His throat burned.
The killer had been watching him.
Now this guy was taunting him, letting Logan know he didn’t have the upper hand.
His jaw clenched.
Whatever sick game this guy was playing, Logan didn’t like it.
Logan stopped to pick up Duke and Andi.
He’d wanted to go straight to Morgan’s car. Then he’d thought better of it.
Having someone with him would be wise just in case he needed backup.
He’d been so guarded and private, and that was part of what had gotten Morgan into this situation. If finding her meant he needed to change his way of thinking and operating, then he would. He’d be more transparent. He’d keep fewer secrets.
Duke had said he’d drive over to Andi’s apartment, and Logan had agreed to meet them there.
His friends climbed into his SUV and handed him a cup of coffee from a shop down the street. He wondered if Andi had doctored up her own drink. She was known for taking cheap coffee and making it taste fancy by mixing simple items from convenience stores into the liquid. He only drank his black, so he’d never tried any of her masterpieces.
He held the cup up and nodded, grateful for some caffeine. “Thanks. I need this.”
“We thought you might.” Andi snapped her seatbelt in place. “I’ve been talking to all the ride-share companies in the area. None of them went to the lodge on the night of the award ceremony. I just wanted to let you know.”
“Thanks for looking into that.”
