Chapter Nine
Logan was at his desk, sifting through a report that Clinton had taken. A horse on one of the nearby farms had had its tail hair cut off, and Logan couldn’t believe someone would do that—although there was a black market for just about everything. Rose, the mature woman who ran the sheriff’s office, put the phone before him, playing a recorded message from the town council. Logan pushed it aside, closed the file, and leaned back in his chair. Rose returned a second later and put a cup of coffee in front of him.
“Would you stop fussing over me?” he said, glancing up into her shrewd mothering expression.
“Logan, you need to go and see Julia.”
Logan didn’t look away as he rubbed his chin, trying to figure out what she was talking about.
“Oh, I’ve been married half a lifetime
