Page 141 of Joker

I don’t waste time either. “Raven told me everything.”

That gets his full attention. He sets the mug down slow. “All of it?”

“Enough.”

Logan’s face hardens immediately. “Tell me.”

So I do.

Not the parts that belong only to her, not the details she gave me in trust just to have them repeated around the clubhouse like a fucking debrief, but enough for him to understand the scale.

Badge. Political ties. Surveillance. Physical abuse. Sex used like violence. Threats. The fact that if Cal gets her back, he won’t just drag her home and pretend to play house.

He’ll bury her.

By the time I finish, Logan’s gone so still he looks carved out of concrete. He doesn’t say anything for a second. Then he asks, “How much of that did Grinder know?”

“Some. Not all.”

Logan’s jaw flexes. “Figures.”

“Yeah.”

He reaches for his mug again but doesn’t drink. Just stands there with it in his hand while the kitchen settles into a silence heavy enough to bend steel. Then he nods once. “Alright.”

That’s it.

No dramatic reaction. No shock. No speech.

Just a president taking in new information and immediately moving to solve the problem. “What do you need?” he asks.

That question should probably hit me more than it does. But right now all I feel is relief. Because I know exactly what I need.

“Everything tightened,” I say. “Every weak point. Every route in and out. Eyes up in town. Anyone asking questions gets flagged. Any local law sniffing around gets reported straight up, no delay.”

Logan nods again. “Done.”

“I want Dom looped in fully.”

That gets me a raised brow. Not because he disagrees. Because Dom is a fucking menace when he gets involved in something like this. Exactly why I want him. “Digital?” Logan asks.

“Yeah. If Cal’s got access, I want to know what kind. Records, patterns, vehicle hits, plate scans, social circles, old cases, family names, whatever the hell Dom can pull without setting off alarms.”

Logan’s mouth twitches once. “You say that like he has a limit.”

Fair.

“Then I want Shadow and Blaze on field shit.”

That one makes him snort. “Because you trust their instincts or because you know they’ll be annoying enough to make a stalker reveal himself early?”

“Both.”

That actually gets a low laugh out of him. Then he sobers again. “You thinking this is close?”

“Yes.” The word leaves my mouth without hesitation. Because I am.

I don’t know if Cal knows where she is yet. But men like him don’t lose things well. And Raven isn’t just something he lost. She’s something that escaped. That changes the whole game.