That was when he saw the other car. A fancy ride, with a BMW decal on the front—and the entire driver’s side smashed inward.
“Help...” The cry came again, from inside that shattered wreck. A woman’s voice.
And Logan remembered...
The scream of tires. The roar of crunching metal.
The sound of death.
He tried to get to the woman. Cuts covered her pretty face. She was so pale. So small.
“It’s going to be all right,” he told her, reaching for her hand. “I’ll get you help.”
She looked at him, opening dazed eyes. “Ju...Juliana?”
Then her breath heaved.
She didn’t say anything else ever again.
* * *
LOGAN STOOD AT THE TOP of the stairs as the memories rolled over him. He’d fought to keep that dark night buried for so long, but here, in this place, with Juliana once more...the past had gotten to him.
Some nights could never be forgotten, some mistakes never erased.
The life he’d known had ended that night. Two people had died. He’d...
“What are you doing??
? Juliana’s soft voice came from the darkness behind him.
Logan stiffened. “Just doing a sweep.” Total BS. But he couldn’t face her yet. Not after what he’d done.
Back then and...now.
Juliana had fallen asleep in his arms. Sleep wouldn’t come so easily for him. Never had.
He’d searched the house. The agents and cops had already done plenty of sweeps. He’d done his share of searching before, too, but he’d had to look again.
Because there’d been something in Susan’s eyes...
The woman had wanted Juliana to go into Aaron’s room. Now Logan knew why.
He’d found the safe, conveniently left open. He’d seen the documents inside.
That safe had been empty just days before—well, empty except for the small gun. The senator had always seemed to be keeping guns close.
Too close.
Juliana hadn’t seen her father’s body after the suicide, but Logan had. He’d never forget the image.
But those files hadn’t been in the safe days before. He knew because he’d cracked it himself and made sure the senator hadn’t hidden any evidence inside. Since the safe had been empty then, it meant that someone else—Susan—had deliberately placed the files and the car-crash photos he’d discovered in that safe.
Susan knew what he’d done, what the senator had done.
And she’d wanted Juliana to find out, too.
Why? So she’d turn against me?