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CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWOLOGAN'S POVI didn't see the gun until it was already pointed at my chest.The man holding it was broad and silent, and he stood close enough that I could have grabbed the barrel if I was fast enough. I wasn't going to find out. Two more men had moved in behind him."Stay right there, Mr. Kane," a voice said from behind the desk.I looked past the gun and saw Gabriel García sitting there with a cigar in his hand. The Eastbridge head coach. The man who had shaken my hand after every game for three years."You," I said. "You took my sister?""Nobody took anyone. Close the door, you're letting the cold in.""Where is she?""Close the door."The broad man pushed it shut with his boot and never took his eyes off me. That was when I saw the second chair, and who was sitting in it."Jax?"He didn't look at me. He was staring at the floor with both hands pressed between his knees."What the fuck is this?" I said. "Why are you sitting down? Why are you sitting there like you

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOURSCARLETT'S POVThe sun was already coming up when I finished counting the money.Fifty thousand dollars in neat stacks across my bed. I had counted it twice, and both times the number came out the same. It should have felt like a win. Instead I sat there with a rubber band around my wrist, listening to my own breathing and thinking about the gun in my trunk.Logan had pointed it at me. I kept coming back to that.I was reaching for the duffel bag to start packing it up when someone started pounding on my front door.Not knocking. Pounding.I froze. The prosthetic case was open on the dresser, the brown contacts still in their little dish, and the jacket I had worn to the pier was hanging on the closet door."Scarlett!" The voice was hoarse and I knew it at once. "Open the door!"Logan.I moved fast. The money went into the duffel and the duffel went under the bed. The prosthetic case went onto the closet shelf behind a stack of sweaters, and the jacket went in afte

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIXLOGAN'S POVI was standing at the kitchen counter pouring coffee I didn't want when the doorbell rang.It was seven in the morning. I hadn't slept. I had spent the night sitting at this same counter with my phone face up, waiting for a call from a number I didn't know and hoping it wouldn't come.The bell rang again. Then someone knocked, hard.I put the cup down and walked to the door. Through the glass I saw Maya, and next to her, a woman in navy scrubs with a bag over her shoulder. The home nurse.My stomach turned over.I opened the door. "Maya. It's seven in the morning.""I know what time it is." Her eyes were red. "Where's Riley?""I told you last night. She's resting.""Somewhere quiet. I remember." She folded her arms. "Jax told me not to call the nurse. That's the main reason I did.""Morning, Mr. Kane," the nurse said. She had a calm voice and she didn't smile. "I'm Carol Bennett. I've been Riley's home nurse since she left the hospital.""I know who you

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHTSCARLETT'S POVI swept up the broken glass on my knees, one piece at a time.It took longer than it should have. My hands weren't steady, and every time I picked up a shard I thought about the message on my burner. He suspects you. Good. Keep him close anyway.Logan had been gone less than two minutes. My father had known. That meant someone was watching my front door, or my hallway, or me.I dumped the glass in the trash, washed my hands, and walked to my apartment door. I opened it and stepped into the hallway in my robe.It was empty and quiet. A stained carpet, three other doors, a smoke detector on the ceiling above my door.I looked up at it.I had lived here for four years. I had never noticed how new that detector looked compared to the others. I dragged a chair from the kitchen, stood on it, and looked closer.Behind the vent, so small I almost missed it, was a lens the size of a pinhead.My stomach dropped. I stood there on the chair and stared at it, an

CHAPTER EIGHTYGABRIEL'S POVReyes brought her in without knocking.She walked into my dining room with her coat still buttoned and her handbag held in front of her with both hands, the way a woman walks into a bank.She looked at me, then at Scarlett, then at the empty chair beside Scarlett's. She sat in it.Nobody had told her to. That was the first thing I noticed."Gabriel," she said."You've aged.""So have you. Though you hide it better with the tea.""You look well for a dead woman.""I've been dead for twenty years. It's restful."Scarlett sat at the far end of the table with her hands flat on the wood. Her eyes were red and her back was straight, and she was looking at neither of us. She had decided to be silent."Reyes," I said. "Close the door."He closed it. He stayed inside this time, against the wall."Let's skip the pleasantries," I said. "You gave my daughter the combination to my safe.""I did.""Why?""Which daughter are you asking about?" She tilted her head. "I gav