CHAPTER ELEVEN
LOGAN
As soon as I regretfully leave Kayla’s, I head to the station where I know Brantley is working the evening shift and tell him to come to my office and shut the door.
“What’s going on?” he asks, rushed.
“Remember when we saw Kayla leave the house with a black duffle bag?” I ask and he nods. “I found it at her house.”
He gasps, both brows rise.
“She had no idea it was there or what was in it,” I begin.
“So, what was in it?”
“It was paperwork and photos and samples from her job. She’s an interior designer, and they hired her to design a remodel.”
“Well that’s not so bad considering what you thought—”
I interrupt him before he continues. “It’s the proof we’ve been needing.” I smile in anticipation of what’s to come. “We’re going to need some backup for this.”
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