“I’m telling you, Logan. Something’s not right.”
“Shaun, you’ve been saying that ever since Tessa was kidnapped and Dean was shot. I get it. We all need to be more cautious, but this is going a bit too far, don’t you think?” It wasn’t like Shaun to be so wired. It could have something to do with his upcoming trip to Tabiq. Logan was going to give Brice a call after this. “I tell you what. You can text me her information, and I’ll check into it.”
“I don’t need you to check into it for me. Hell, Logan, I have more resources in that field than you. I just thought you’d want to know someone’s going to a lot of trouble to get to you. If you’re not concerned, hell, far be it for me to interfere. It’s your neck, not mine.”
He didn’t want Shaun to feel as though his concern wasn’t appreciated. It just wasn’t valid. “Thanks for having my back. Just send me the information. I’ll let you know if I need any help.”
He ended the call and leaned back in his chair. Logan had patients waiting, but his focus right now was on his brother. He was a levelheaded, numbers guy. For him to have such irrational thoughts meant stress was getting to him. He knew Brice was pushing this damn Tabiq thing too far. If he’d doubted it before, this confirmed his suspicions. Once his appointments were over today, he’d see his brother again. This time he was going to let him know exactly what this shit was really doing to their family. It’s going to break us. Just no one wants to see it.
Logan wasn’t going to let either Brice or Shaun interfere with patient care. They had their lives, and he had his. This was how and where he chose to spend his time. It was based on one thing: facts.
His cell phone dinged, and he knew it was Shaun with the name of the mystery woman. Right now, that meant nothing to him. He slipped his phone into his suit pocket and went to see his first patient. It was going to be a long day. It already had a bad start.
As he expected, things were hopping in the office all day. As if it wasn’t busy enough, he’d been pulled away for an emergency surgery on a woman who’d been hit by a motor vehicle. It wasn’t uncommon, yet he found it ironic that the one thing he was trying not to think of kept finding a way of crossing his mind again and again.
Once he said goodnight to his staff, he headed to his waiting limo. He was exhausted and needed to shut down for a while. Last night he was stressed about Cordelia Sparks and Tabiq. Tonight, once again Tabiq, but now some unknown woman. Was he ever going to get sleep again?
His phone dinged and he pulled it from his coat pocket. It was the limo driver letting him know he’d be delayed due to heavy traffic. He texted him back letting him know he’d be at the corner bar waiting. Yet another thing that’s not a good habit two nights in a row.
He ordered a beer and decided to finally see what his dear brother Shaun thought was so darn odd. Reading his message, his eyes widened. Cori Sparks? Could she be related to Cordelia? She’d mentioned family, but he hadn’t asked any in-depth questions. There hadn’t been a reason to. Now he actually wished he’d taken time to listen more when Cordelia wanted to chat. At that time he was only concerned about her physical health. She’d been so reticent and uncertain at times he’d expected more from her. Something was definitely missing. Was she even really sick?
Logan thought back about her fainting. It appeared to be real, yet she wouldn’t allow him to do any tests. When he’d suggested, heck demanded, she go to the hospital, she practically flew out of the exam room.
He wasn’t feeding totally into Shaun’s fears, but he wasn’t about to totally ignore them either. The names were too close and both talked about family.
Logan was going to add one more thing to tomorrow’s already busy schedule. I’m going to pull a surprise home visit on Ms. Cordelia Sparks. If she’s really sick, no problem, if not, then she has some damn explaining to do.
Logan didn’t like being made the fool. So far no real harm done. He planned on keeping it that way.