As Johns drove awaywith Sutton, I turned on my family. Wordlessly, we all shuffled inside and set up camp at the table, which was still laden with food I wouldn’t eat.
Naturally, my brothers had no such qualms, and the twins and Crew filled plates and dug in.
Trey, however, eyed me warily. Better than anyone else at this table, he knew what I was capable of when Sutton’s safety and livelihood were concerned.Andhe knew how bad things were behind the scenes. Only he understood the full breadth of the bullshit we were dealing with. Things I hadn’t bothered to share with the rest of the family.
“Anyone know a lawyer?” I asked. Getting Sutton representation was priority number one.
“Google it,” West said, unhelpfully, around a mouthful of potatoes.
I shook my head. “I’m not bringing in some rando. I want someone we can trust.”
For a beat, everyone was silent, as though spinning their mental Rolodexes to come up with someone we could call.
Finally, Mama said, “Isn’t Logan Daniels an attorney?”
My brow creased in confusion. The name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it.
“Who is that?” Finn asked.
“Owen’s brother-in-law. He’s married to Delia’s sister, Chloe.”
Before Mama finished explaining, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, dialing my eldest brother.
“Hey, can I call you back?” Owen said when he answered. “Delia and I are in the middle of inventory and?—”
“I just need Logan’s number,” I said, cutting right to the chase.
“Logan,” he said slowly. “Like…my brother-in-law?”
“He’s an attorney, right?”
“Yes…”
“Then yeah, I need to get in touch with him.”
“Lane, what the fuck is going on?”
As quickly as I could, I filled him in on the Sutton situation. “So are you going to give me Logan’s contact info or not?”
“Yeah,” Owen said finally. “I’ll text it to you.”
I hung up without another word. A few seconds later, Logan’s contact card appeared in my text thread with Owen, and a few more after that, my phone was ringing with an outgoing call.
“Hello?” a man I assumed to be Logan answered.
“Logan?”
“Yeah…”
“Hey, Logan. This is Lane Lawless.”
“Uh, hi.” He sounded skeptical to hear from me, and I couldn’t blame him. “What can I do for you?”
I laid out the issue with Sutton and asked, “Is thereanyway you can help us?”
“I’m sorry,” he said, and my heart dropped. “I don’t do criminal work. I never even had any interest in it in law school.”
“Fuck.”
