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“It’s not,” Sebastian bit out. He pushed at Logan’s arm. “Getting…tired of this…”

“Go,” Logan barked at Evans.

Evans and Jake left. The door clicked shut behind them. Charlotte hurried forward and threw the extra lock in position before she moved to stand beside Logan.

“I’m gonna back away,” Logan told Sebastian, voice hard, “but if you make any move to attack me, then you need to know that my wife will take the gun that she’s holding…”

How had he known? She hadn’t thought Logan had even seen her snag it. Oh, well. Since he did know…

Charlotte raised the gun and pointed it at Sebastian. “I believe Logan is referring to this weapon.”

Sebastian cut a frown toward her. Toward the gun. But his gaze hurriedly darted back to Logan.

“She’ll take that gun,” Logan continued in his lethal tone, “and she’ll shoot you between the eyes.”

With those magic words, Sebastian’s shocked gaze flew toward Charlotte once more.

And she could not help herself. Charlotte smiled at him. “Bang.”

Chapter Eighteen

“We have a problem,” Sebastian snapped as he rubbed his throat.

Logan lifted his brows. “Obviously. You’re the problem, Marshal Shay.” As if he hadn’t suspected the man was working undercover. He’d had his questions about Sebastian for quite some time but…

I’m being surrounded by the law-abiding types. Talk about a pain in the ass. When had this become his world? Could people just not be who they said they were any longer?

“I’m not the problem.” The marshal seemed offended. Huffing, Sebastian added, “Dammit, I thought you were the problem.” His hand dropped away from his throat as Sebastian took a hard, aggressive step toward Logan.

“Nope.” Just like that, Charlotte was there. She’d lunged forward. Her shoulder brushed against Logan. “You move at him with aggression and intent again, and my finger will squeeze this trigger. Don’t worry. The first bullet won’t hit anywhere fatal. We do want to have the chance to interrogate you. But I can promise you, while it won’t kill you, that initial shot will hurt like hell.”

Sebastian blinked. His gaze had jumped to her, but now it swung back to Logan.

“My wife is protective of me,” he explained, sending her a quick smile. “Isn’t she the best?”

“What the hell, Logan?” A hard snarl from Sebastian.

Logan stiffened. “I believe the appropriate reply is, ‘Yes, your wife is the best.’”

“Cut the bullshit! That woman isn’t your wife! You’re a fucking criminal mastermind, and, until last night, I thought you were a serial killer.”

“Me?” Logan touched his chest. “Little old me?”

“Yes.” Hissed. “You. Big, psychotic you.”

“That’s interesting. Your information is completely wrong, by the way, but it does make for fun conversation. I love to be entertained by all my unwanted guests.”

Charlotte had not lowered her weapon. Not even an inch. He adored her vigilant nature. He just had to lean over and brush a kiss to her temple. She was such a sweetheart. But, back to business. Logan cocked his head toward Sebastian. “Want to hear something else fun? I suspected that you might be a serial killer. Isn’t that shit hilarious?”

“What?” Real shock flashed on Sebastian’s face. “I’m a US marshal! Look at my ID! I was working undercover. Trying to get close to you and your shady-ass friends. Call my supervisor if you want! Hell, you can contact Tyler Barrett right now. I know you’re acquainted with him. Tyler will back me up.”

Logan’s shoulders stiffened at the mention of Tyler’s name. Maybe he knew the bastard. Another one of those true-blue types. So annoying.

But Tyler’s wife Esme, on the other hand. Oh, but she knew all about breaking some laws. She was the more fun one in that particular couple.

“I had to get access to you and your inner circle!” Sebastian was back to explaining himself. “Women have been dying, Logan. You fit the killer’s profile.”

Now he shifted his focus to his bride. “Oh, darling, did you hear that? While you didn’t consider me a potential sadistic murderer, the US marshals did.”