High-Sided (Armed & Dangerous #3)(45)

Logan jumped to his feet. “You may not think so, but anything’s possible. You wouldn’t believe the f*cked up shit I’ve seen, Kassie. I’ve hunted serial killers, rapists, and members of the mafia. I’ve seen innocent looking men prey on women and kids, doing ungodly things to them. I’m the one who found some of those mutilated and tortured victims. And all the while, the people closest to the killers never suspected a thing. That’s how it works in this world. You can’t trust anyone.”

My eyes burned and I closed them. All I could see was Sean’s smiling face. There was no way he would deceive me. “What exactly are you asking of me?” I trusted Logan with my life and I could tell it hurt him to confide in me.

“I want you to be careful around him, at least until I can prove myself wrong. I can’t think of a reason why he would want to hurt Levi or Ethan, but the guy hates me. All those years ago, he had access to my bike, and for all we know, he might’ve wanted me out of the way so he could get to you.”

“What happens when he comes up clean? What then?”

He released a heavy sigh. “I don’t know. The hidden cameras are in place at your shop. We might have to sit back and observe.”

“I don’t like this,” I murmured.

Logan wrapped me in his arms. “Neither do I. But right now, we need to get to your dad’s.”

“Are you going to tell him you’re investigating Sean?” I asked.

He shook his head. “He won’t understand. And I’m sure you wouldn’t want to answer his questions on why.”

“Good point. I’ll be ready to go in ten.” I wasn’t ready to tell my dad about my relationship with Sean. It’d become a scandal Bennett Racing didn’t need.





“Hey, guys,” Sean greeted once he walked into my dad’s house. Janie smiled and waved. They were at the kitchen table talking to Madison, while Angela pulled the ham out of the oven. Everything smelled heavenly.

My father came up behind me and squeezed my shoulders. “Doin’ okay, peanut?”

I turned around and kissed his cheek, his white beard tickling my lips. “Yep. You?”

“Can’t complain.”

Logan leaned in close and whispered in his ear. “We need to talk.”

My father’s brows furrowed and he looked at us. “All right, let’s go to my office.”

“You all about ready to eat?” Angela called out.

“Just a minute, Angie. I need to show Kassidy and Logan something. We’ll be right back.”

She smiled and waved us on. “Okay, that’s fine. Hurry up though.”

We walked back to my father’s study and he shut the door behind us. “What’d you find out?”

Logan cleared his throat. “It doesn’t look like Hendrix is the one we’re after.”

My father quickly glanced at me and back to him. “How do you know?”

I hadn’t heard the full story, so I was curious to hear it as well. Logan lowered his voice. “My partner had a meeting with Brad Hendrix last night to get a spot on his team. Apparently, Hendrix didn’t like him talking shit about your team. In fact, he hated it so much, he turned my partner down, saying he didn’t want to be associated with him.”

“Wow,” my father said. “Never would’ve thought that.”

Logan agreed with a nod. “Me either. As of right now, we’re going to sit back and observe. Honestly, it could be anyone. I want to get in touch with the local PD. They need to know what we’re doing.”

Huffing, my father turned away from us. “I don’t like this at all. Makes me not know who to trust.”

“Don’t trust anyone,” I said. “It’s the safest bet.”

“I’ll talk to Gary Cramer tomorrow. He’s the chief of police and a good friend.” He stood with his back to us, then glanced over at Logan. “I’ll give him your contact information, so you two can work together. I’m sure he’ll want to schedule a meeting.”

“I remember him,” Logan replied. “You introduced us a long time ago at one of the races. He wanted me to join the local PD.”

“That’s right. I forgot about that. You would’ve done well there, but I’m glad you followed your dream.”

I recollected that day as well. Logan had told Gary about how he wanted to join the FBI, then Gary offered him a job as an officer. At that point, Logan had already gone through the core training. However, he wanted more.

My dad opened the door and paused. “Promise me you’ll take every precaution at the race next weekend. If we don’t know who we’re after, we can’t see what they’re doing. I don’t want you getting hurt again.”

Logan patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

My dad looked at each of us, before disappearing down the hall. The whole thing wore him down. It couldn’t have been fun having to look over your shoulder twenty-four-seven.

Logan came up from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist. “He’ll be okay.”

I placed my hands over his and leaned into him. “I hope so. All this stress isn’t good for his health.”

He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “It’s not good for anyone. I’m just ready to figure this out.”