Part 44 (1/2)
”I'm always on the lookout for material I can use in a landscape design. These are perfect.”
They pa.s.sed other cars and big vehicles he called trucks.
”If one of them hit us, they would smash us flat,” she murmured.
”It doesn't happen very often.”
”But sometimes?”
”Unfortunately.”
She winced. ”I thought coming here would make me safe, but your world is dangerous.”
”I guess life is dangerous.”
Trees and buildings sped past. Some were impossibly large and ugly. Then they came to an area with more trees than houses. Finally, he slowed.
”Here we are.”
She craned her neck, watching for the house, then gasped as they rounded a curve, and she saw a car and a man inside.
LOGAN'S hands tightened on the steering wheel. He wasn't expecting company. And this probably wasn't a Fuller Brush salesman.
So he spoke to Rinna in a low voice. ”Let me do the talking.”
”What's happening?”
”I don't know. Try not to look scared.”
”Is it the police?”
”I don't know,” he answered, but he thought that might be the case when a tough-looking guy in a tweed sports jacket and gray slacks got out.
”They know we broke into the house,” she whispered.
”Not necessarily,” he said, hoping he spoke the truth.
Before he could give Rinna any more advice, the guy walked up beside the SUV. He looked to be in his early thirties with neatly trimmed dark hair and eyes hidden behind sungla.s.ses.
Logan rolled down his window.
”Detective Jake Cooper,” the man said, opening his wallet and showing his ID.
”Logan Marshall.”
”I want to ask you some questions.”
”About what?” he asked, hoping his voice sounded steady.
Beside him, Rinna was sitting rigidly, and he was pretty sure she wished she had a knife in her hand.