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“What?”

“And, at the hospital, Jezebel informed me that she found proof of the crimes. Freya is now sitting in a Vegas cell.”

Her gaze searched his. “Logan…”

“I planned to kill her.” That had been an item on his to-do list. Because, as he’d told Charlotte before, he was the eye-for-an-eye type. “But Jezebel reminded me that I need to think of the future.”

She inched closer to him. “What future do you want?”

That was easy. “I want whatever future I can get with you.”

Her lower lip trembled. “Same.” She threw her arms around him and held on as if she’d never let go. “Same.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

It wasn’t as if he could just walk the hell away without a final confrontation.

Nah. Just not his style.

So he got Detective Meredith Reece to take him to see the prisoner. To take him and Charlotte because they were a package deal. As he stared through the jail bars at Freya, she no longer appeared as her usual, glamorous self. Instead, she wore a garish orange jumpsuit. All of her careful makeup was gone, and the lines on her face appeared deeper than ever before.

When she saw him, she bounded off the cot and toward the bars. Her hands curled around them. “Logan.”

“Hello, Freya.”

Her stare bounced to a silent Charlotte, then back to him. “Logan, get me out of here! I know you have pull in Vegas. You practically control this town.”

“I don’t control the PD. Detective Reece is a stickler for the rules.”

“I didn’t do this! They’re saying—look, forget what they are saying, just get me out!”

“They’re saying you murdered my mother and my father. They’re saying it because it’s true.”

She shook her head. Hard. “No, no, I didn’t! Listen to me!”

He stepped closer, far too aware of Charlotte’s stare on him. “Listen to me.” Low. Calm. Interesting that the words could come out so calmly when he wanted to roar with his fury and pain. “I know what you did. I had planned to kill you.”

Her hands flew away from the bars. “Logan?” She scampered back two steps. “Kill…me?”

“It was something Nana said that tipped me off. Something about you and your secrets.”

“She’s crazy!” A near shout. “You can’t believe her!”

“Don’t fucking talk about my grandmother that way.” Lethal. Ice cold.

Freya backed up three more steps. “Logan, I am your friend.”

“I keep my friends close,” he assured her. “But my enemies? Ah, I prefer for them to be even closer.”

“You—you⁠—”

“I’d been compiling evidence of my own against you. Not like I wanted to kill an innocent woman.” He made sure to keep his hands loose at his sides. “My father was your security chief back in the day, wasn’t he? You even gave him the brass knuckles he always carried.”

“This is ridiculous⁠—”

“I brought them to the game at Ares’s because I wanted to see your reaction to them. But they were taken before I got upstairs. Thought you’d see them when I retrieved them on my way out, only my exit plans changed dramatically, didn’t they?”

She didn’t speak. Just appeared dazed.