Logan agreed with a nod. “Me either. As of right now, we’re going to sit back and observe. Honestly, it could be anyone. I want to get in touch with the local PD. They need to know what we’re doing.”
Huffing, my father turned away from us. “I don’t like this at all. Makes me not know who to trust.”
“Don’t trust anyone,” I said. “It’s the safest bet.”
“I’ll talk to Gary Cramer tomorrow. He’s the chief of police and a good friend.” He stood with his back to us, then glanced over at Logan. “I’ll give him your contact information, so you two can work together. I’m sure he’ll want to schedule a meeting.”
“I remember him,” Logan replied. “You introduced us a long time ago at one of the races. He wanted me to join the local PD.”
“That’s right. I forgot about that. You would’ve done well there, but I’m glad you followed your dream.”
I recollected that day as well. Logan had told Gary about how he wanted to join the FBI, then Gary offered him a job as an officer. At that point, Logan had already gone through the core training. However, he wanted more.
My dad opened the door and paused. “Promise me you’ll take every precaution at the race next weekend. If we don’t know who we’re after, we can’t see what they’re doing. I don’t want you getting hurt again.”
Logan patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”
My dad looked at each of us, before disappearing down the hall. The whole thing wore him down. It couldn’t have been fun having to look over your shoulder twenty-four-seven.
Logan came up from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist. “He’ll be okay.”
I placed my hands over his and leaned into him. “I hope so. All this stress isn’t good for his health.”
He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “It’s not good for anyone. I’m just ready to figure this out.”
“Me too.” His fingers entwined with mine and I hissed.
“Baby, you okay?”
I hadn’t noticed the pain the night before, due to the copious amount of alcohol, but now I felt it. I glanced down at my bruised knuckles, even my wrist was slightly swollen. “I hope that douchebag’s face hurts worse than my hand. It was like hitting a brick wall.”
Logan burst out laughing and loosened his fingers. Turning me around, he gently kissed my hand. “I have to admit, it turned me on when you hit him. Once we get back to my house, I’ll make all the pain go away.”
I brushed my body against his and smiled. “I have no doubt.”
Logan
Richard texted me later on Sunday night, saying he’d talked to the chief of police. By Monday morning, I received a call from Gary Cramer himself, requesting to meet with both me and Micah at his house.
I pulled up in his driveway in time for Micah to drive up behind me. Hopping out of my truck, I watched Micah get out of his, the black eye clearly noticeable. I tried to hide my smile and failed miserably.
“Laugh it up, asshole,” Micah grumbled.
“She sure as hell did a number on you, didn’t she?” His left eye was bruised and I knew it had to hurt.
He huffed. “You’re telling me. You guys owe me after this shit’s over.”
We walked up to the front door of the two story log cabin and rang the doorbell. I slapped him on the shoulder. “We will, I promise.”
“How’s Madison?” he asked, his voice low.
I looked over at him and sighed. “She’ll be fine. I saw her yesterday, before she left town. She’s hurt, but once we’re done here, we’ll tell her the truth.”
His jaw clenched. “Hopefully, I won’t be too late.”
The less people who knew about our mission, the better. I hated he couldn’t tell her, especially considering Kassie knew about me. It was one of the sacrifices of the job. If I knew Maddie could stay away from him while we investigated, it wouldn’t have been a problem. The last thing we needed was for people to see them together.
Through the glass in the door, I could see someone approach. When the door opened, Gary inspected us both and smiled. He looked the same, only now he had gray in his dark hair. He was in his mid-forties and in better shape from when I’d first met him. “Logan Chandler,” he greeted. “How’ve ya been, son?” He held out his hand and I shook it.
“Good. And you?”
“Can’t complain. I’m glad to see you got into the FBI. After your accident, I never heard anything about you. Richard was torn up over it.”
“So was I. Looks like I’ll be racing again this weekend though.”
“That’s what I hear. Good luck with that. You’ve been out of the game for a while.”
“True, but I’m ready.”
“I have no doubt.” He extended his hand to Micah. “I’m Gary Cramer, Chief of Police. Richard’s one of my good friends. I’m leading the investigation on Levi’s case.”
Micah shook his hand. “Any leads?”