The next day, at the Humboldt County jail, Diane sat in a plastic bucket chair, staring at the green walls, waiting for Zeff and Logan to be released. She couldn’t wait to see the look of love and admiration in Logan’s eyes as he hugged her, and Zeff’s joyous high-five. She was a force for good and she glowed with it.
But when Logan came through the door, with Zeff behind him, he looked different. Like his skin had gone gray. His brows were drawn down at the center like the outspread wings of a hawk, and he not only didn’t hug her, he avoided eye contact.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Why are we being released before the others?”
“I bailed you out.”
“And that’s supposed to make me happy?”
Diana took a step back like he’d splashed her with a bucket of ice water. “Yes?”
“What about all
