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I left her slouched against the white backdrop and stepped back. Then I raised the camera to my eye, focusing carefully.
“Think of him while I take this first shot,” I murmured. “Think of Logan Gibson finding pieces of you, photograph by photograph, always one step behind. Imagine what he’ll see when he looks at these images. What he’ll understand about us both.”
The shutter clicked, capturing the exact moment when Morgan realized this was only the beginning.
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
After Logan climbed backinto his SUV with Duke and Andi, he turned toward them and gave them an update.
They agreed to head back to Duke’s place—his house was the closest. They would all work from there, with Andi continuing to make her way down the list of guests at the award ceremony.
At Duke’s, his friend led him back to a bedroom-turned-office. Thankfully, Logan had brought his laptop with him. Though he preferred to be in the field, talking to people face-to-face, he had to press Pause long enough to do some research.
Nearly as soon as he sat down, his phone rang. It was Reeves.
His nerves thrummed with anticipation. “What do you have for me?”
“I was able to get into Morgan’s phone. I put all her text messages, photos, and emails, as well as the web search history, into a document for you. I’m going to email it now.”
“That sounds perfect. I’ll be looking for it.”
He didn’t bother to ask if she’d seen anything of interest. Logan wanted to decide that for himself.
He patiently waited for the documents to come through.
Finally, they appeared in his inbox.
He held his breath as he clicked on Morgan’s text messages, unsure exactly what he might find.
First, he went to the most recent text messages she’d received.
Not surprisingly, they were from him. There was another from a gallery owner in Anchorage with a question about some prints.
Another was from a wilderness guide Morgan was supposed to do a photo shoot with in two weeks.
He searched for the message that had come through while Morgan was at the award ceremony. It could provide the answers he needed.
Finally, he saw it. But as he read the words, his stomach twisted.
I have evidence that will prove that your friend Logan Gibson is a corrupt cop. He’ll be sent to prison for the rest of his life. If you don’t want this to happen, walk to the door on the west side of the building and step outside so we can talk.
Logan’s heart pounded in his ears.
Who would have sent that message to Morgan? And what was this person talking about? Logan hadn’t done anything corrupt.
But someone could have set him up to make it look like it.
That didn’t really matter right now, however.
What mattered was the fact that someone had used Logan’s possible demise in order to lure Morgan outside.
Fire flooded his veins.
He didn’t recognize the number. He’d run it through the system, but he knew it was most likely from an untraceable burner.
He kept reading her messages, hoping he might find something else.
