Chapter Twenty-Five
“Thanks for coming to get me,” Ben said. He didn’t have to look at his brother to know he’d seen the news. Logan, a sheriff in McKay, was deep, moody at times, and intense, but he was Ben’s brother, and old habits die hard. When the s**t hit the fan and he was backed into a corner, the first and only person Ben wanted to call was Logan. Ever since they were young, Logan had been the one constant for him.
“Glad you called. How’d you get to the airport?” Logan asked from behind the wheel of his older Jeep. His tan shirtsleeves were rolled up past his elbows, his sheriff’s badge was pinned to his shirtfront, and a ball cap sat on his head. The Jeep purred, and Ben wondered whether the thing was now held together with wires and superglue. It ran, though not quietly or smo
