Page 104 of Betrayed

Chapter Thirty-Six

Logan all but ran into the detectives’ squad room and to Adam’s and Amelia’s desks. “What’s going on?”

Adam stood. “You said you saw her get in Miles’s car?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I’ve already put out a BOLO.” Adam pointed at the chair next to his desk, but Logan didn’t sit.

“Okay. Why? Do you think he’s her stalker? I can’t believe that.”

“Sit, Logan.”

He obeyed even though his body was ready to run a marathon. “Talk to me, Adam.”

Adam sat back down and pulled up a video on his computer. Amelia sat across from Adam biting her lip, concern making deep creases in her forehead.

Adam said, “The boys you not-quite-arrested brought this video in this morning. Apparently, a group of kids were headed to your house to light your trash cans up, but someone had beat them to it. Watch the video.”

He hit play, and Logan watched as the teens recording themselves headed toward Logan’s house, but ducked behind a tree when they heard a blast from inside. Then the flames. Anger flooded Logan.

One of the kids said, “Look over there. Are you videoing? Zoom in. Who is that?”

Another kid said, “I don’t know. But I think he lives down the street.”

“Shhh. He’ll hear you.”

They all got quiet, and the camera zoomed in. A figure came from beside the house, looking to and fro. The camera caught his face.

Miles. The man in the image, despite his ball cap and black clothing, was unmistakably Miles.

Logan dropped to the back of the chair. His supposed friend had tried to kill him …

And Logan had watched his wife get into a car with him.

Logan leaned forward, dropping his head into his hands. He’d totally read that situation wrong. He should have gone up to them and assumed the worst of Miles but not of AJ.

What was he planning to do to her?

A small hand came to rest on his back. Amelia said, “We’ll find her. The warrant for his home is already in process.”

He lifted his head from his hands and nodded. How had he let this happen?

“Logan.” Adam waited until Logan looked at him before he continued. “Don’t blame yourself; you know that doesn’t get you anywhere. Think. Is there anything Miles has said to you that would indicate where he might take her?”

Logan shrugged and racked his brain. “I can’t think of anything.” Were there any signs? “Miles had indicated he was interested in AJ before he knew we were married. They even went to homecoming together once in high school, but when I told him to back off, he did, without complaint … Wait. Her stalker was already sending her messages when I told him we were married.”

Amelia said, “That clearly didn’t de-escalate him, but might explain part of why he didn’t reveal himself. Mind you, that’s just speculation. I think we should check out AJ’s car, the place where he took her from.”

“Can I come too?” Logan stood with them, but before they could answer, Logan’s phone rang. “It’s Miles.”

“I doubt he knows we suspect him at this point unless he’s listening to the scanner and heard his car reported. So act casual. I’ll trace your phone.” Adam sat back and started typing on his computer.

Logan answered the phone, heart thundering in his chest. “Jackson.”

“Hey, Logan. It’s Miles.”

“Hey, what’s up?” It nearly killed him to not shout at the jerk on the other end of the line.