“Something concrete,” he said. “I’ll find out. But until then, you two stay put. Don’t leave The Sundown. Not even for milk.”
“And the necklace?” Maya asked, filled with nerves she was trying to hide.
“We’ve got to move it,” I said. “It’s not safe here anymore.”
Dom dropped into one of the chairs at the kitchen table, his brow furrowed with that lawyer expression, like he was already turning over legal chess pieces in his head. “Who else do you trust?”
I hesitated, then said, “Logan, maybe. But I don’t want to drag him into this.”
“I mean, we could hide it inside a cake,” Dom said, watching Maya with zero hint that he was kidding.
“I could bake a cake, sure,” she said. “But if you’re hoping it’ll sit around untouched at Butterberry Oven, think again. People line up before Mrs. A flips the sign to OPEN.”
Dom raised a brow. “So…maybe bake something less delicious?”
Maya rolled her eyes. “You want me to make an ugly cake no one wants to eat?”
“Okay, okay,” he said, holding up his hands. “But you have to admit, hiding state case evidence inside a vanilla sponge sounds very small-town espionage.”
“Focus,” I muttered.
Dom leaned in. “Then Logan’s our best shot. He’s a good man.”
“Exactly why I don’t want him in the crossfire,” I said.
Dom looked at me. “Call him,” he said.
I looked at Maya, and she shook her head. “You don’t have to, Noah.”
But for her? I’d do anything.
I reached for my phone and hit dial, putting the call on speaker.
“Log,” I said when he picked up.
“Noah boy,” he sang, unknowing that I was about to loop him into a felony.
“Hey, um…I need a favor. A big favor.”
“Anything.”
“Could you hold on to something for me? Just for a while. Somewhere safe.”
“Of course,” he said without hesitation.
“But…the thing is, it’s technically being looked for. By the police.”
There was a pause. The kind that only a true friend gives, not out of judgment, just calculation.
“Ah. Got it,” Logan said. “You flying solo, or the crew with you?”
“They’re here. Reinforcements and all.” I glanced at Dom. Then Reko showed up, fresh from who knows where. The mutt sprawled under the table, his ears twitching, like he’d been assigned to security detail and took it way too seriously.
“Hey, Log,” Dom called out.
“Hi, Logan,” Maya added.
Log greeted them back. “You know I’ve got you guys. Tell me what you need. You want me to come by?”
