Maggie came back within minutes, out of breath from her short run to the phone. Her face was sheet white as she stood in the open doorway of the garage, making an effort not to step inside or look at the hideous project anymore.
“They’re on their way,” she said.
Logan stood outside, pinning Billy to the wall with one hand until the police arrived. There were three units in total and a plain-brown Volvo that screeched to a halt right outside. Many police officers – Peters included – and two detectives appeared, demanding answers on what they were looking at. Logan didn’t love their attitudes, but he gave them all he had.
Including Billy.
Peters arrested him and put him in one of the cars. Logan watched this, hoping nothing would be said about the buzzsaw incident. Maybe Maggie would back him up if anything came out, so he tried not to worry about it.
One of the officers rushed outside and lost his lunch. Logan didn’t blame him – he had almost done it a few times himself by now. He quickly noticed Maggie sitting on the ground farther along the row of garages, then started to make his way over.
A detective stopped him almost immediately.
“Want to tell us how you managed to find this?” he asked.
“Billy will explain everything.” Logan pointed at the car, then added, “I’ve been working this case for some time now. I even have reason to believe it’s connected to one of my homicide cases from a long time ago.”
“You’re ex-cop?”
“That’s right.”
Logan took the time to tell him everything he knew. About his own family, about the killer’s girlfriend, who he’d been forced to gun down while on the job. The detective listened well, lending a sympathetic ear and gradually warming his cold demeanor. By the time they were done, the detective thanked him with a handshake and a request to come into the station sometime soon to leave an official report. Logan promised he would, then made his way toward Maggie, ready to get out of here before she had time to realize what he already had.
That Jenny could be a piece of that sculpture.