Page 119 of You'll Never Find Me

“We’re going to fix this!” Brittney said, her voice more angry than upset. “Dammit, Logan, please just listen to me!”

Where the hell was Parsons? In the kitchen witnessing this conversation between his lover and her husband? Doubtful.

Hiding? Had Brittney not told him that Logan was coming home? Was Parsons sneaking around, waiting for Logan to leave so he could take over the house? Wow—sleep with the wife of a wealthy man and get a two-million-dollar house free and clear.

Nice gig, if you had no class or morals.

Still, it bugged me. I didn’t like unknown variables, and not knowing exactly what was going on made my instincts twitch.

I shouldn’t have let Logan go inside alone. I should have argued with him, insisted I stick to him like glue. So what that Brittney hadn’t been served yet? She had been cheating on her husband for years with a man who had embezzled money and set fire to his place of employment. Brad Parsons was unstable and desperate—he had to know he couldn’t get away with his crimes.

Damn. I sent Jack a quick message.

Parsons is at Logan’s. I’m going in silent.

I didn’t want him to worry when I silenced my phone and he couldn’t immediately reach me.

Jack was at least twenty minutes away, but I was pretty certain he’d send the police if he didn’t hear back from me quickly. Scottsdale PD had a damn good response time because—unlike Phoenix, they weren’t severely understaffed.

I didn’t think that Brittney was a danger to Logan, but I didn’t like the idea of leaving him alone with her. I liked even less Parsons being able to get the drop on me.

Slowly, I peered into bedrooms and didn’t see anyone. I headed to the staircase, which fortunately couldn’t be seen from the kitchen.

Creeping up the wide steps, I kept my back against the wall because I didn’t know for certain that Parsons was upstairs, and I wanted to keep the downstairs as well as the upper landing in my field of vision.

The kitchen was to my left—a large room that opened into the downstairs family room and the informal dining. From the landing, I’d be able to see into all three rooms. But Brittney might be able to see me as well.

I was torn. I was here to protect Logan, but how could I protect him when I didn’t have the two potential threats in line of sight?

Even if Brittney wasn’t armed, there were a lot of weapons readily available in a kitchen.

I made my decision and went back downstairs. Get Logan to safety, then worry about Parsons.

I walked across the huge foyer, past the formal dining room that had likely never been used for meals, and stepped into the kitchen.

In two seconds I had assessed the situation. Brittney and Logan stood at opposite ends of the counter. Parsons wasn’t in the room. No visible weapons.

“Logan, we need to go,” I said.

Brittney stared at me, eyes wide. “What the hell are you doing here? Logan, you can’t listen to anything this woman says. I hired her and she lied to me, lied about me. She’s crazy.”

I would have laughed if her comments weren’t so pathetic.

“Where’s Brad Parsons?” I asked Brittney.

“What are you talking about?”

She sounded believable; Logan looked confused. I wasn’t buying her act.

“Who drove your car, Brittney?”

“Me. Of course. Logan, she’s literally insane.”

“Logan, come with me,” I ordered, using my tough MP voice.

Brittney’s voice had escalated, and there was no doubt that it was because she wanted Parsons to hear the conversation.

I had to get Logan out of here.