Chapter 14

Shrouded by the night Logan leaned on one hip with his hands crossed on his massive chest. His extended right feet tapped the wet grass rapidly as he waited.

“Logan,” I called out.

He uncrossed his arms and came forward. “Great. Did anyone notice you slip?”

“I told Cara I had to pee. That should hold the fort until we are done.”

“Good.”

“What did you find?” I asked impatiently. My blood was feverish with excitement at the possibility of revealing a murder plot and apprehending the murderer. Vampire or not, Tessa’s death implies foul play and I want to play detective.

“You will see for yourself. Are you up for a ride?”

“Sure.”

I followed him to his truck which was parked a few feet away from the church. The mourning crowd was off the left side from where Logan's truck sat. A tall hedge concealed us as we entered the truck. Logan zoomed off onto the high road. The passenger seat had a toolbox which he moved to the back with an apologetic grin, the truck smelled of beer and grease and a