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“So if Sawyer can get in with my log in, what’s the issue?”
“These files are above your pay grade,” he says. “So, he’s workin’ on gettin’ in. In the meantime, it’s time to start plannin’ a funeral.”
I glare at him. “There has to be another way. What if they saw me last night at the apartment?”
“If they did, they would’ve followed us then and we probably wouldn’t be havin’ this conversation now. Everyone thinks she died.”
“Is it too late to get it sugar coated?”
He smirks. “Look, it ain’t so bad, you get to hang out with me and Dozer.” He waves a paw at me and my eyes drop to his chest where Dozer is being cradled.
“Road trip?”
“Somethin’ like that.”
“Logan, this is completely nuts.”
“You got a better idea? Plus, if you’re dead, it’ll mean your family is safe, as well as the clubhouse. These people, whoever they are, planned this entire thing, and I’m not puttin’ you or anyone I care about in the firin’ line.”
“Aww.” I pout. “You care about me?”
He sighs. “Of course. Then there’s my brothers, Saw, Nova, and Erica who is about two seconds away from droppin’ a baby—your pregnant best friend.”
My face drops. Oh, my gosh. I’ve been completely selfish. There are other people here at risk, and all I can think about is all the reasons I don’t want to leave. But I have to.
This plan is ridiculous, and there is no guarantee that it’ll work. None at all.
Logan rolls over, then pulls his phone off the side table. He scrolls for a second, then holds the phone to me. “Ever seen this guy?”
I squint, looking down at the phone. “No. I don’t think so.”
“Nova said he’s the guy that she thought was followin’ her at the bar some time ago. He looked a lot like Bobby.”
“I-I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before.”
“Jett went back to the surveillance at the gym, right around the time you told me you lost your keys. He was there. Turns out, this fool has been followin’ you. We think he started with Nova to begin with, but you were the target.”
“Oh my god, wait.” I think back. “He’s a big guy, scruffy appearance, and he has a nose ring.”
“Yeah? You know him?”
“No, but at Manny’s pre-birthday shopping spree a while back, some guy almost bowled me over when I was heading into the shop. It was so rude, I remember turning around and yelling at him. I only remember because he was wearing this same outfit and I laughed thinking he looked like one of the dudes from The Village People.”
He shoots me a look. “Seriously?”
“It’s the mustache. Anyway, the details are hazy, but I thought I was paranoid. I was always looking over my shoulder, checking my doors were locked?—”
“Well, you have good instincts. Like I say, the creep is probably in a ditch somewhere. We’ll deal with him if we have to.”
I swallow, needing to focus. “This is getting heavy.”
“I’ll go with you to Mississippi,” Logan says. Our eyes meet. The corner of his mouth turns up slightly. “It wasn’t a request.”
“You’re not even gonna give an inch?”
“Nope. But if you wanna feel like you’re runnin’ the show, go right ahead. Let’s hear your plan.”
I bite my lip. “I don’t have one,” I admit. “Still traumatized from… everything.”
