Page 93 of Betrayed

Daryl gave him a thumbs up and barely let Logan step back before he drove off.

Logan wished he’d been gutsy enough to ask Daryl directly if he was the one stalking AJ, but Daryl had an alibi. What if he had doctored the video? Or if the time stamp of the video was set wrong? Daryl wasn’t the dumb jock he led people to believe at times.

It was worth considering. But it wasn’t like Adam to miss something if there was a chance. Logan wished he knew the answer.

But more than wishing, Logan needed to pray. He resumed his patrols and did just that.

God, I need to relearn having prayer be my default. I miss those years of constant communication with You. I let myself believe it was Bree’s death and AJ’s betrayal that made my life feel so hollow. But that was only a fraction of it. You need to be the source for everything. Help me depend on You.

He finished his shift, and while walking out of the station with Will and Zara after midnight, he told them about pulling Daryl over.

Will said, “Sounds like you handled it well. I’m impressed. You gonna tell AJ?”

“I kind of have to. I have to learn to talk to her better than I have in the past.”

Zara said, “True words. True for both of you.”

Logan nodded. “I need to get to her. She said she was going to wait up for me. Are you both staying at your parents?”

Will said, “Yep. I’m too tired to drive her out there, then drive back to town.”

Logan told them both good night and strapped on his helmet. He couldn’t wait to get to AJ’s dad’s house, to kiss his wife, to make his anxiety rest at least for a few moments while he knew she was safe in his arms.

He left the station and headed toward the other side of town. AJ’s dad lived out a little farther than Will but not nearly as far as Will’s parents. It was the same route however.

Turning out of the busier area of the city, he made his way down a road that had fewer houses, spread farther apart and lined with clusters of woods.

When he and AJ had bought their house, it had been because that was what they could afford at such a young age. They’d dreamed of living out this way where they could have more land. Maybe that’s what they needed to consider now. Not simply rebuild what had been but build new. Even if it was only new to them.

He’d tried to be careful with his money over the years and had saved quite a bit. That, in conjunction with the insurance money, might mean they could afford a small farm now.

His mind spun with the idea as he approached a stop sign at a state road that didn’t have a cross stop sign.

He rolled past the imaginary line so he could see farther around the trees.

He leaned forward over his handlebars.

Pkew.

A sharp wind hurled past his back.

Did someone shoot at him?