Release Date Jan 25th
Estelle lived in a nicer part of town, and although her townhouses were supposed to be guarded, there was never anyone in the booth. That night was no exception, and when he walked to his car, he found a white slip of paper wedged under his windshield wiper. He wondered who he’d pissed off. He didn’t think he’d taken anyone’s parking spot, but when he opened the little square of paper, he realized it was not a disgruntled resident.
There was a bullseye printed on the card, and then below, it read: You’re up.
Anger washed through him like lava in his veins, and after looking around to see if he was being watched, he got in his car and put the little card into his wallet. Someone was doing a really fucking good job of getting personal with him, and he was sick of it.
He started home, but the more he thought about it, the more it pissed him off. He took the next exit, headed back to go across the city, and hoped that when he got where he was going, Logan still lived there.
He pulled up to the old firehouse that Logan had turned into his home. He used the garage part for his metal sculpting, and the upstairs was his personal home. He’d even managed to have a small rental space downstairs where someone opened a donut shop. Tad parked in the lot out front and then walked around to the front door.
Logan answered. “Tad?” He stepped forward.
Tad pushed the guy back into the building and shut the door behind them. Tad roughly shoved the white card with the bullseye into Logan’s face. “What the fuck is this shit? Are you fucking with me, man?”
Logan swatted Tad’s hand away and pushed him back. “Whoa, whoa! Don’t come to my house acting like a fucking fool. I haven’t done shit, man. What the hell has gotten into you?” Logan wasn’t the smallest person in the world, but where Tad was tall and lean, he was short and stocky.
Tad turned and paced the room, gripping the white card in his fist. “What did you do with my branding iron?”
“There was another murder. The only lead in the first fucking murder investigation is dead. Found with a brand on his forehead that Darek Blake claims is a perfect fucking match to mine.”