With a feral growl, I tilt my face up to her. “What the hell was that, witch?”
Old Myrtle is unfazed by my words. “You both have demons you need to overcome.”
Kai steps forward. “What do you mean?”
Old Myrtle’s gaze flickers to him and waves him off. “Not you, boy. Logan and Salena.”
“What do you mean?”
“Those images you just saw . . . They are what await you.”
Chapter Forty Five
Logan
Iknockhardonthe door in front of me and step back, waiting. I stare at the house, taking in the details of its worn exterior. It still seems run down like it did last time I was here. Maybe I can see if some guys from the station can come down and help tidy the place up. The thought surprises me. I’m used to closing myself off to anything and everything, but now, thanks to Salena, I'm more open and accepting.
I know deep down Ro had nothing to do with Lola’s murder, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know something.
I step forward and knock again when there’s no answer. After a moment, I hear a noise on the other side of the door.
“Hello, it’s Detective Sinclair. I need to ask you some questions,” I call through the door.
The door unlocks and opens only a couple of inches. I can see Hayley’s shadowed face just barely through the crack.
“Mrs. Peterson, I need to talk to your son, Ro. Is he home?”
Hayley doesn’t say a word, just shakes her head.
“Can you tell me where he is?”
“No, I don’t know where he is,” she croaks.
My stomach twists with trepidation as I take a step closer, and I hear Hayley's sharp intake of breath, her eyes widening a fraction.
“Are you okay?” I ask softly.
“Yes, everything’s fine. I’m fine. I’ve got to go.”
The door shuts, and the locks are engaged. I stare at the door for several beats before I make my way back to the car. Well, that was weird. Something is most definitely wrong.
Pull my phone out of my pocket, hitting recall.
Sander answers, “Everything okay?”
“I’m fine, but I need you to look into Hayley Peterson for me to see if anything stands out.”
“The wife of the cop that was killed?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Anything I should know?”
I glance back at the house and movement at the upstairs window catches my eye. The curtain drops back into place when I glance up.
“No. I don’t think so. Something feels off. Plus, I found out Lola was supposed to meet Ro the night she was killed.”
I hear Sander’s soft curse through the phone. “I’m on it.”
