Chapter Twenty-One
“What? When?” I gripped my phone.
“I don’t know all of the details, AJ, but there’s a video of the assailant leaving the area around the time they believe it all went down.”
“Oh, that’s good, right?” I realized I was matching every inflection of Logan’s panicked tone.
“Not really,” he replied. “Especially when they’ve put a BOLO for a female whose description could be a dead ringer for you. God, AJ. I take my eyes off you for a brief time…what have you done?”
Before I could utter a syllable, he did the last thing I’d expected.
He disconnected.
I used up all three newly-crafted and finely-hones curses in one fell swoop.
Sure, I’d been with Edwards, but that had been a day earlier and I’d already told Logan about it. So…what was with the sudden judgyness on his par
