Page 105 of Betrayed

“I still owe you for those delicious brats. I’d love to have you over for dinner. Are you busy tonight?”

Adam indicated for Logan to keep him talking.

“Unfortunately, I’m busy this evening.”

“Come on, man. I’ve already got a rack of ribs on the smoker. They’ve got your name on them.”

Adam gave him a thumbs up.

“I just can’t, man. Also, do you by chance know where my wife is?” Logan fought to keep his voice steady.

“Oh, that’s right, AJ is married to you.” The sneer in his voice was unmistakable.

“Yeah, do you know where she is?”

“Shouldn’t you keep better tabs on your wife? Who knows, maybe she’ll step out on you and choose another man.”

Logan’s hands began to shake as anger coursed through his body like a bull through the streets of Spain.

“Where’s AJ?”

Click. Miles had hung up.

Logan nearly dropped his phone.

Adam stood. “Let’s go. He’s at his house. No need for a warrant now.”

Logan grabbed Adam’s arm. “If he took her with such ease, then he probably has a weapon. That’s the only reason I can think of that she didn’t kick his butt.”

“We’ll be careful, but we’ll beat SWAT there.”

Logan ran out with the detectives and hopped in the back of their unmarked police sedan. While Adam drove, Logan prayed.

AJ scooted back on the cot until her back was against the cold wall. She stared at the zip tie rubbing against her wrists. If she didn’t have the cuffs on too, she’d be able to break free from the zip tie. It was standard, not one of the heavy-duty ones, so she knew from experience how to break it. When she, Logan, and Will were kids, they’d bought a pack of different sizes and practiced. But the chain didn’t give her enough range of motion.

The door opened, and Miles came back in carrying a laptop. He sealed the door closed behind him.

“I have a feeling we’re about to have company. I don’t understand why Logan would think I would know where you are.”

“Maybe because you do.”

“Touché, my dear. But he has no reason to suspect it’s me.”

“But he does?” How had he figured it out? Some evidence must have surfaced. Please, Lord, help Logan find me.

“I called him to see if he wanted to have dinner, and that jerk turned me down. Then he asked me if I knew where you were.”

“I’m late for work. Wasn’t very smart to kidnap me when I’m supposed to be somewhere. Would have made more sense to take me after work.”

“And get caught messing with your car in the fire-station parking lot? I don’t think so.”

“Ha. So you did sabotage my car?”

Miles glared at her.

“Tell me what else you’ve done. You stole my gun and tried to kill my husband. Good thing you’re a bad shot.”

“I’m a fine shot; the idiot moved at the last moment.”