Chapter 24
At Culver’s Cottage, Logan slumped back against the kitchen chair, nausea making him grip his stomach. He dialled a number with shaking fingers. “She’s fine,” he said to the person on the other end. “She’s on her way home. I’ve no idea where she’s been. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Logan disconnected and called Sheila and Angus separately.
Then he paced as he’d done for the last four hours. When his phone rang, he snatched it up and peered at the caller ID. “Hi, dad, make it quick,” he snapped.
“What time will you arrive?” Alfred demanded, a whiny tone to his voice. “Your mother wants to know if you’re needing dinner.”
“I’m not coming. I’ll visit at the weekend sometime, but not tonight.”
Alfred upped the anti. “You started this and now we’re living with the consequences. Reube
