Page 20 of Betrayed

Chapter Seven

Present Day

Logan held his hand on his Taser and stared down the teenagers they’d caught making a mess of a crime scene. Today, he was very glad he wasn’t a detective. All he had to do was respond to the call. Detective Wyatt Remington, just back to regular duty after getting shot, and Detective Doug Ramirez would get the joy of sorting out what had happened.

A ring tone that sounded like his rang in the distance. He patted his pocket. Maybe it was his phone.

Zara had also responded to the call and was standing closer to his squad. “Jackson, that’s your cell.” She pointed into his car.

“Answer it?”

“Sure.”

Wyatt turned to Logan. “We’ll take these guys in. They can sit in the car and wait.” He directed one of the teens to stand and head for the detectives’ unmarked car.

“Logan!” Zara’s voice held urgency.

He spun toward her. “What’s wrong?”

Her face was ashen, mouth agape. “It’s the hospital. Your wife has been in an accident.”

The words slammed into him, and the world stopped.

His wife. What had happened?

He looked at Doug. “Take my squad?”

“Go.”

He tossed Doug his keys. “Zara, drive me.”

“Are you going to tell me—”

“No.” He was shaking and couldn’t breathe. The last thing he could do was explain to Zara the past twelve-plus years.

He slipped into her passenger seat, and she got in, handed him his phone, and drove.

He dropped his head to his hands and tried to pray. How bad was it if they called him? He really had been a jerk to her. His wife. He hadn’t called her that in years, but it was the truth.

With lights and sirens, they reached the hospital in five minutes. Leaving Zara in the dust, he bolted through the emergency room doors. But she was right behind him.

The nurse at the desk nodded to Logan and pressed the button to open the door. “She’s in the third room along the back.”

“Thanks.” Logan darted down the hallway and turned.

Ty stood in his path.

“Is she okay?”

“She’ll be fine.” He didn’t let Logan pass.

“Let me see my wife.”

“I don’t know that I should.” Ty crossed his arms.

“She’s my wife.”

“Is she?”