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CHAPTER

TWENTY-FOUR

Logan continued to scroll through photos.

Sure enough, Knox was in other photos as well.

He couldn’t be certain, but it almost appeared as if the man was a part of the photo shoot. That maybe he was one of the guides even.

But what sense did that make? The man was supposed to be in jail. For twenty years.

And if he had been released early for some reason, certainly Logan would have heard about it.

He called one of his colleagues back in Denver, Vincent Brody. The man answered on the first ring.

Logan decided to skip the small talk. “What do you know about Knox?”

“Knox? Haven’t heard his name in a while. I haven’t heard anything about him for a while.”

“I need you to check on his status. Make sure he’s still locked up.”

“Sure, man. I’d be happy to do that for you. Can I ask what this is about?”

“Bobby’s sister is missing. And I was going through some of the old photos on her phone and I saw a man there. It’s Knox.”

“What? That doesn’t even make any sense. I mean even if Knox was somehow released from prison, why would he go to Alaska and try to pretend like he belonged there?”

“Maybe it was part of his ultimate plan to get back at Morgan for reporting the Iron Brotherhood.”

Vincent was silent a minute. “I don’t know, man. But I will look into it. I’ll get back with you. It may not be tonight, however. I don’t mind waking people up, but I can’t promise you that people are going to answer.”

“Just let me know as soon as you know something. Please.”

“Of course, man. And if Knox is out there . . . be careful. Those guys hate you for what you did.”

His gut clenched. Vincent didn’t have to tell him that. He already knew that was the truth.

Logan’s mind was still racing. As soon as he got off the phone with Vincent, he dialed the number for Morgan’s agent, Geoffrey Urbana.

The man didn’t even live in this area. He was in Los Angeles.

Logan had never met him, and he’d had no reason to.

Once a year Morgan flew down to LA to meet with him so they could discuss her career. He helped her to make contacts and set up the art shows.

But other than that he had very little involvement with Morgan’s life.

However, if anyone knew about this photo shoot, it would have been him. In fact, he’d been on Logan’s list of people to call.

It was ten at night in LA, but the man answered on the third ring. The sounds of people talking murmured in the background, and Logan imagined the man at a high-class party with some of his high-class clients.

“Geoffrey here.”

“Geoffrey, this is State Trooper Logan Gibson, and I’m calling about Morgan Riley.”

Some of the noise faded in the background as if the man had moved into a quieter room. “What about Morgan?”

“She has disappeared, and we’re looking into what happened.”

“What do you mean she disappeared?” Accusation stained the man’s voice.

“We believe she may have been abducted.”

Geoffrey said some choice words beneath his breath. Then he asked, “Why wasn’t I called earlier?”

“Mostly because you were in California.” Logan paused. “That is correct, right?”

“Yes, I’ve been in California. And New York City. But not Alaska.”

Logan made a mental note that he should probably check this man’s schedule, just to be sure.

“Do the police have any leads?” Geoffrey continued, plowing ahead in the conversation like he owned the world.

Based on what Morgan had said about the man, that was the way he always spoke.

“I’m going through some photos of hers from a recent photo shoot she did near Denali.

And there’s a man in the picture who could possibly be a person of interest. I was wondering if you had the list of the crew that went there with her?

I know she mostly likes to travel alone, but on occasion she needs people there to help her for safety reasons. ”

“Yeah, I helped her arrange that trip to Denali. I can send you a list of who was on that crew.”

“And if I send you a photo, could you tell me if you recognize anybody from the photos?”

“It’s doubtful I will. Like I said, I work from down here in LA. I never meet those people in person. But send it. You never know.”

Logan thanked him.

“If you hear anything, let me know. Morgan is a gift to the art world. I’m sure you know that.”

A lump formed in his throat. “I do.”

“And she’s always thought a lot of you.”

Logan froze. “What?”

He wasn’t certain he had heard correctly.

“I mean, you sound official. But Logan Gibson is a name I’ve heard enough times that I haven’t forgotten it. I’m pretty sure she thinks you walk on water. Find her.”

Logan squeezed the phone harder. “Believe me, I’m doing everything within my power to do so.”

He ended the call and lowered the phone in his hand.

That was when he heard it.

A rattle outside his window.

His muscles stiffened as he grabbed his gun.

Was someone outside his house? What if the killer had come here to taunt him even more?

Drawing in a deep breath, he took his first step toward the door.

If this guy was here, Logan wasn’t going to let him walk away.