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The weight of his failure nearly destroyed him.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
PRESENT DAY
Logan observedAndi in the back seat of his SUV. He saw the hard set of her jaw. The determination in her features.
Andi was petite and appeared delicate at first glance. But the feisty blonde was quite the opposite. She was bold and sharp. Tough and mysterious.
Not tough like Ranger Garrett. Ranger, a former CIA operative, was big, burly, and an outdoorsman. But Andi was tough, nonetheless.
Then there was solid, loyal Duke.
Logan, on the other hand, had a quietness about him. He kept his tattoos covered. When he was off-duty he preferred wearing a black leather jacket and sunglasses that further concealed his gaze.
Life had taught him to keep his distance. That it was better to be a loner.
It was one of the reasons he’d volunteered to go undercover with the Iron Brotherhood. He was unattached—and he planned on staying that way.
His mom had died when he was a toddler, and he’d been an only child raised by her father, who worked construction. But hisdad preferred to spend any free time down at the local bar rather than with Logan. He’d practically had to raise himself.
And he’d learned it was better to go through life without attachments. It kept things simpler
However, Andi and Duke had been good friends to Logan since the Arctic Circle Murder Club had formed.
The club had six members. Duke, Andi, and Ranger. There was also Simmy, Ranger’s wife and the resident nurturer. Mariella Boucher and her twin brother, Matthew, were also members. Mariella was a social media whiz who’d been a top influencer before giving it up. She did all their marketing. Matthew ran the technical side of things.
The six of them had come together when they were trapped at the Almost Halfway Trading Post near the Arctic Circle. They’d banded together to solve a crime, and they’d been a team ever since.
Their podcast had really caught fire, and they released various episodes every week. Some were long cases that needed a lot of investigating. Others were summaries of other notable true crime stories.
None of the gang had expected for things to take off like they did.
Logan had been their contact with the state police, and he hadn’t missed an episode yet.
In fact, he’d put everything on the line in order to help them solve one of their biggest cases.
Andi had thanked him profusely for that.
His sacrifice had been notable. They’d all been affected. They’d all paid a price in some way. But now, Andi had gotten her law license back. The team was even in talks about doing a live show on a national tour.
Logan? He’d still been suffering the consequences in his workplace.
Finally, they reached their destination, and Logan pulled off on the side of the road.
His heart thumped harder when he saw the woods on either side of them.
“This is where the GPS on Morgan’s car led us?” Andi asked. “I don’t see a car anywhere. Or any tire tracks.”
“It did snow again last night,” Duke pointed out.
Without saying anything, Logan climbed out. Duke and Andi followed suit.
He strolled along the edge of the road before pausing and squatting down.
A deeper groove in the snow.
