It felt different, or maybe it was just me. I loved Boston and Fallen Crest, but Seattle was different. I carried it out onto the wraparound balcony, where one side looked out over Seattle, and the other had a view of the water. Tucking the phone into the crook of my head and shoulder, I went to the minibar and poured myself a glass of brandy. It was like a weird awareness that I had no control over and couldn’t stop, and it was annoying the shit out of me. It was crawling under my skin, slowly coming up and covering my whole body. I didn’t know what was happening, but something was. That wasn’t my first response, but I’d been inducted enough into their family to go with the flow. After that, Logan would want to make up a plan on how to “handle” this guy because in Logan’s family, that was what they did. This would either happen over this phone call or later this weekend.

He’d investigate him, maybe send a text or make a call to his father, who had some questionable connections, and he’d relay to me what he was told by the people who knew the answers. I already knew how this phone call would play out.

I told him, and I could hear him typing on his computer.Īnd all that wasn’t in any sort of order. “When are you going to grow up? You’re thirty.” I scowled, letting myself into my hotel room and dropping my suit jacket on the desk. Logan was the lawyer, and like now, he rarely acted like one except when he was gearing up for a case. Logan was one of them, along with his brother, and now a whole slew of people we had included in our group. I had a few childhood friends who were my family. He thought the whole thing was hilarious, but I didn’t know why. I could hear Logan laughing from his end of the phone. “Someone’s investigating you? That seems like the beginning of a joke.”

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