His patience was wearing thin as he pushed the car to the side of the road. Maggie was inside and steering the vehicle while Logan put his weight into the back of it. When they safely reached the side of the road, he moved to the driver’s side.
“Stay here and see if you can flag down somebody with jumper cables,” he said.
“Why, where are you going?”
“I have to go see a man about a killer.”
Maggie’s face went white, but Logan didn’t have time to figure out why. Before she could respond, he was already making his way back to where he’d seen the killer. Back to where the big man in the leather jacket was still waiting, only now he was sitting on a wall peeping into the small paper bag he’d been handed only minutes ago.
Logan used momentum to aid his strength. He stormed toward the man with his arms out like weapons, shoving him backward with one hard push. The man cursed as he fell backward off the wall, landing on his back. Logan hopped the wall with ease, pinned the man down with his boot, and reached for the bag. He had to pry it from the man’s fingers.
“What do we have here?” he said, ripping open the paper. When he saw what was inside, a thousand questions flashed through his mind. His heart skipped a beat, anger welling up inside him as he considered what it meant. “That’s a lot of cash. What’s it for?”
“Mind your own damn business,” the man said.
Logan glared down at him. He was a little on the chubby side – the kind of chubby that made him look more muscular than he was. His long, white beard was stained yellow from cigarettes. Logan had encountered people like this a hundred times over his careers as both a homicide detective and a private investigator. They were posers.
“What’s it for?” he asked again, applying pressure with his boot.
The man cried in pain. A crowd was forming nearby, but Logan didn’t give a damn. “That man has killed multiple young women, and he’s paying you. What’s he paying you for? Tell me right now, goddamnit, or I swear to God I’ll break your ribs.”
“I just did a little legwork for him, that’s all.”
“Liar!”
Logan kicked him hard in the chest. The man screamed, reaching to cover his chest. A lady in the crowd behind him gasped, and before he knew it, Logan was delivering another solid, piercing kick to the man’s ribs. And another. And another. A vision of Jenny’s sweet, innocent face flashed in his mind, flushing him with fury and desperation. He hurt the man – hurt him good – and now he was faced with a new problem.
He just couldn’t seem to stop.