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Or had Knox’s phone pinged in the area because he’d been here recently?
Logan’s thoughts collided inside him.
He imagined Morgan inside.
He imagined what Knox might have done to her out of revenge. She’d gotten him and his cronies arrested. The vengeance Knox would want . . . it wouldn’t be pretty.
Logan’s gut twisted at the thought.
He’d stopped a good twenty feet away from the structure, knowing it was best not to announce their arrival.
However, he saw no other vehicles outside and the place looked uninhabited.
How had Knox found this place? Why had he chosen this location?
Deep inside, Logan thought he already knew.
Duke turned toward him. “What’s the plan?”
Logan kept his gaze on the cabin. “Let’s see what’s going on. If it looks like we’ll need backup, I’ll call Reeves and Yazzie.”
“Okay then.” Andi offered an affirmative nod.
“I’ll go first.” Logan drew his gun. “You guys stay behind me.”
He didn’t want to put his friends in the line of fire, just in case.
He gripped his gun as he climbed from the SUV.
Then he hurried to the shack, staying low.
As soon as he was close enough, he pressed himself beneath a window and paused.
A familiar, pungent smell drifted outward—the unmistakable copper-penny smell of blood mixed with the early stages of decomposition.
The smell of death.
His stomach turned at the realization.
Logan took a step toward the door when Duke’s hand came down on his shoulder.
“Maybe you should let me go inside first.” Duke said the words quietly, with reverence.
Logan knew what his friend was hinting at.
He feared the scent was coming from Morgan and that Logan shouldn’t see whatever might have happened to her.
But there was no way Logan could stay on the periphery. As much as he appreciated his friend trying to help him, Logan needed to be first inside.
“I’ve got this.” He prayed his words were true.
Carefully, Logan walked toward the door.
Instead of announcing himself, which would be protocol, he twisted the handle.
It was unlocked.
He quietly opened the door.
