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Sweat beaded across Bobby’s forehead. “I wish I believed that.”

Logan wished he believed his own words also. But he had no idea how they were going to get out of this situation.

Logan made his decision.

“Bobby, listen to me carefully,” he whispered. “When we stop, stay behind me. No matter what happens.”

Bobby’s eyes widened with desperate hope. “You believe me?”

“I know you’re innocent,” Logan confirmed. “But there’s something you need to know about me?—”

The van lurched to a stop, cutting him off.

Knox killed the engine.

“End of the line.” Razor turned in his seat with a pistol already drawn. “Out.”

Logan was out of time.

But he had to think of a way to save Bobby.

He couldn’t let things end like this.

CHAPTER

TWO

PRESENT DAY

Logan Gibson lethis gaze travel across the crowd inside the lodge until it stopped on Morgan Riley.

His breath caught at the sight of her.

She was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

And she was off-limits, he reminded himself.

If Morgan knew the truth about his past, she’d hate him. And Logan wouldn’t blame her. Most of the time, he hated himself for what happened.

But there was something off about her tonight. She seemed jumpy—and Morgan wasn’t usually the jumpy type.

Maybe it was just nerves. This was a big night for her.

Logan turned his gaze away from her as Duke McAllister strode up beside him. Duke was a former investigator with the Army and a member of the Arctic Circle Murder Club, who hosted a true crime podcast.

Duke and his girlfriend, attorney Andi Slade, had shown up at the event to support him.

The rest of the team would be here if they could. He knew that. But they’d had other obligations that had kept them away.

Tonight was Morgan’s big night—the night she’d unveil her most recent landscape photos from Alaska. Her photos had a deliberate focus on finding beauty within destruction.

Serene landscape shots with the reminder of the frailty of life. Majestic mountains with a broken car in the foreground. The aurora reflected in an oil spill. A frozen lake cracked and dangerous.

She’d established quite the name for herself in the art world, and tonight’s success was much deserved.

Reporters were here. City council members. Art aficionados.

All because of Morgan.