Page 52 of Betrayed
His trash can and recycle bin caught his eye. Maybe he shouldn’t keep those in the carport with all the crazy fires those teens had been starting. For whatever reason, it was clear they were targeting law enforcement. He didn’t want his house to be the next casualty.
He rolled them onto the driveway, clear of the carport and a nearby tree. Good thing he wasn’t in an HOA, but even if he was, he wouldn’t care.
A car slowed in front of his house. The window rolled down and Miles waved. “Hey, Logan. How’s it going?”
“Not horribly.” He walked to the vehicle and leaned his forearms on the door. “Still driving the rental? Any hope for your car after the accident?”
“Unfortunately, it’s needed more repairs than they thought. Had to order something I guess.”
“I’m surprised the insurance didn’t total it and give you the cash to get a new one.”
“It was close. I really like that car though. Oh well.” Miles shrugged. “You got big plans for this Thursday evening?”
“A date with a bottle of whiskey.”
Miles laughed. “My kind of night. Let me know if you ever want a drinking buddy.”
It was Logan’s turn to laugh. “I was about to throw some brats on the grill. Want dinner?”
“That sounds great. You sure you want the company?”
“Beats hanging out by myself.” Logan patted Miles’s car and moved out of the way so his friend could park in the driveway.
Logan grabbed the bag of groceries from his motorcycle and welcomed Miles into his home.
“Glass of whiskey?” Logan asked.
“That’d be great.”
Logan dug two glasses and the bottle of alcohol out of the back of the cabinet.
“Who are you scared will find that?”
“I’m not sure I’d hear the end of it from Will. He’s always afraid I’m going to go off the deep end.” Like he nearly had after losing Bree and then again after losing AJ.
“He’s a good friend. You two have stayed close since we were kids, huh?”
Logan nodded. “You keep in touch with anyone from high school?”
“Not really,” Miles said. “Ran into Kristen not that long ago. She’s married with three kids.”
Once Logan had the brats ready, the men went out back and chatted about work and sports while getting the grill fired up. While they cooked, Logan ran in to use the restroom. When he came back out, Miles was watching a video on his phone.
“Hey, Logan, look at this video. Isn’t that Will’s house?”
He walked over, and Miles handed his phone to Logan.
The video showed two teenagers setting a fire in Will’s trash can. “It is. Can you send this to me?”
“Are you on social media?” Miles asked.
“Not really. Just text me the link if you can.”
“Sure. Looks like this is a social-media dare. There’s a hashtag.” Miles clicked on the hashtag, and it took them to a list of videos from all over the country of teens setting trash cans on fire.
“That’s Amelia’s house.”
“Whose?”
