“What is this?”
“He was my grandpa. I believe he was... murdered.”
Logan’s heart softened at the pain in her voice. She must’ve been very young, but yet it still affected her deeply. He wasn’t about to make light of that.
“I’m sorry. Why is it you think I can be of any help? This would be a police matter, not one for a neurosurgeon.”
She burst out crying and ran to the couch. He followed her and placed the file on the coffee table. He grabbed some Kleenex and handed them to her.
“Please, Logan, don’t leave.”
He knew he couldn’t even if he tried. What drew him to her in the first place was stronger now. He pulled her into his arms and let her cry until there were no more tears. Tonight he’d be kind and supportive. Tomorrow they’d need to pick up where their conversation ended. I wish Bennett were here now instead of in Tabiq. I think I’m going to need him. As he brushed her hair from her tear-soaked cheek, he knew he’d help any way he could.