The Logan Brothers - Books 1-4 (EXPOSURE, CRASH, TWIN PASSIONS, and ADDICTED TO YOU!)

Chapter 31





Crash

I knocked on the door and  waited patiently for an answer. There were footsteps inside as  someone approached.

“Who is it?” came a voice,  suspicious and frosty. It was a woman.

“Mrs Scott? My name's  Richard, I'm an old friend of your son's.”

“He's not around,” came the  quick reply.

“Well I wonder if you might  know where he is?”

“Probably at college, I don't  know. I don't really care.”

“I've been to his college and  he's not there. They told me that they hadn't seen him in days. I'm  a little worried Mrs Scott.”

I'd been there earlier that  day, going straight to his halls from the airport. I'd asked around  and no one had seen him for a few days, ever since Alice went  missing. So it was him. It must be him. The f*cking little cunt.

There was a short silence  before the door cracked open, still locked on it's chain. The woman  peered through, her eyes hooded and dark and heavily wrinkled. She  looked old, too old to be his mother. She must have had him late. Or  aged fast.

“Who are you? I don't  recognize you. You're not from college?”

“No, I'm an old friend from  high school.”

“You look a little older than  my boy.”

I planted a fake smile on my  face, trying to be as easy as possible. “Yes, well he was a couple  of years younger. Do you mind if I come in and have a glass of  water, it's really hot out here.” Now that wasn't a lie.

Her face remained completely  suspicious. “What school?”

“Granborough High. He was a  couple of years below me but we played basketball together.” Jones  had done his job well, giving me a whole load of info about Brad to  allow me to flesh out this charade.

“He always did like his  basketball,” she said, her face easing up.

I saw her hand lift to the  chain and slide it along the latch, opening the door up fully.

I stepped inside, smiling, as  she shut the door behind me.

She walked me through into the  kitchen and poured me a glass of water. “So what's all this about,  Richard,” she asked, handing me the cool glass. “You say Brad's  not been around college?”

I took a sip. “Yeah, by all  accounts he's gone missing, run off somewhere. I went up there to  surprise him but he wasn't around. Thought he might be here, but  obviously not.”

She shook her head, her eyes  dropping a little. “No, he hasn't come back here in a while. We're  not really close like we used to be."

“Oh,” I said, planting a  look of sympathy on my face, “that's a shame. Why's that?”

“You probably know more that  I do if you're his friend. He was never the same since that  girl broke his heart.”

“You mean Elle?”

She nodded. “I usually don't  like to swear but she was a real bitch.”

My body stiffened at her words.

“She was everything to him  and then she just ditched him like that, without a reason, without a  word. I mean, asking her to marry him was perhaps a bit rash, but  the way she reacted was very hard on him.”

Marry him! Holy shit.

“After that he was always  depressed and lonely. He just never recovered.”

I nodded. “Yeah, he was  pretty low when I last saw him. That's why I wanted to surprise him.  Come and cheer him up and see how he was doing.”

A sad smile appeared on her  face. “That's nice. It's nice that he's got a friend like you. He  never had that many friends.”

“Well, it would be nicer if I  could find him.”

She didn't seem overly  concerned by his absence. Their relationship must really have broken  down. Or...

“Is there anywhere else he  might go. Maybe a favorite place he liked or somewhere he might want  to go to get away from things for a little while.”

I looked on at her, my hope  growing as she began nodding slowly, silently.

“My mother's old farm,” she  said. “He used to love it there as a boy.”

I could feel an energy soar  inside me, banishing my weariness.

“Your mother's house? Is it  far?”

She shook her head now, her  eyes growing deep with memory. I felt a pang of pity for this poor  lady, living alone in this house, her only son abandoning her in his  madness.

“Out near Drewville, the Old  Manor Farm. It's where I grew up.”

An old farm, isolated and  secluded. He must be there. It must have been where he'd taken her.  Quite why it hadn't shown up during Brad's search I didn't know. It  didn't matter now, though. No, I knew where that freak was hiding.

“Thanks Mrs Scott. I'm sure  Brad's out there. I'll go see him, bring him home, don't worry.”

A smile spread across my face.  Yeah, I'd see him all right. See him to a f*cking jail cell.





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