When the warrant came, things happened fast.
Logan had seen this a hundred times back when he worked homicide, and he was used to the quick chain of events. After Peters was summoned, the fleet of police cars stormed toward the address like an army ready to invade. Logan and Maggie hurried to the car and followed, doing all they could not to be seen in the process.
“Is the killer going to be there?” Maggie asked, holding on in the speeding car.
“With any luck.”
“And your family…”
“What about them?”
He felt Maggie looking at him, but he didn’t look back. His eyes were focused on the road, expertly navigating the traffic that clogged the roads. It was hard to see with the rain pounding against the windshield, so he didn’t need the distraction.
“If this man really hurt your family—”
“We don’t know that.”
“But if he did, will you be able to control yourself?”
Logan pondered that question, noticed it delayed his driving reactions, then put it out of his mind. If the killer was there, Logan wouldn’t hesitate to question him. Cops or no cops, he had six years of pent-up anger to let out. Whether he could control himself was the least of his worries. There was something far bigger to concern himself with right now.
Jenny had to be at that address, or he didn’t know what he would do.