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“One person, however, did tell me that someone from the state police pulled up to the scene shortly after Morgan received her award,” Andi said.
He sat up straighter. “Who?”
“It was actually . . . your captain. Ashcroft.”
Logan blanched. “What?”
Andi nodded. “It’s true. He apparently got out of his vehicle and started toward the door like he was coming inside. Then he stopped and went back to his vehicle.”
“How long did he stay?” Logan asked.
“About ten more minutes,” Andi said. “Then this person went inside. He said he didn’t think much of it. It’s not unusual for thepolice to come out for events like this as a matter of security if nothing else.”
“True.” Logan’s jaw tightened. “But what if there’s more to it?”
“You should be very careful before asking your captain if he’s somehow involved,” Duke warned. “Are there any indications that he could be behind this? I mean, that crime scene was pretty extreme. Most police officers, I’d think, would be more likely to kill someone and make sure it’s clean. The more elaborate, the higher the stakes.”
Logan thought about it a moment. “You’re right. He doesn’t seem like the type who’d go to these kinds of extremes. I don’t think he has an artistic bone in his body.”
“But maybe you should keep an eye on him, just to be safe,” Andi finished.
“It’s not a bad idea.” He didn’t like the idea that his captain might be responsible.
But until he had more information, he was going to keep an open mind.
Morgan’s life depended on it.
At that thought, he glanced at the front door. Something on the floor there caught his eye.
He stood, curious as to what it could be—though in his gut he thought he knew.
“Where did that come from?” Andi said behind him.
Logan felt Andi and Duke standing and following.
He bent down and, before picking it up, he covered his fingers with his sleeve.
Then he picked up a photo.
His throat went dry.
A photo of Morgan.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Logan closed his eyes,hardly able to stomach the sight of Morgan in the picture.
She sat against a white wall. Her shoulders were slumped and her eyes vacant.
As if she’d been drugged.
Yet there was a strange fear there also. Like she’d realized the danger she was in.
Someone had left this to send a message.
Duke threw the door open and rushed outside.
