Every Precious Thing

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

Dr. Paskota and her men had over a two-hour lead on Logan and the others. They might be able to close the gap some, but it wouldn’t be by much. The question was, would the woman blaze into Riverside and go straight after Alan and Emily? Or would she take a little time to evaluate the situation first?

That really depended on why the woman was after the girl.

“If I’m going to help you, really help you, then you need to tell me exactly what’s going on,” he said.

“No,” Richard said. “All you need to know is that those people are trying to hurt my sister and her family. That’s it. That’s all you need. That’s all you get.”

“Those people also happen to have my father. He’s not a young man. There’s not a lot he can do to protect himself. I need to know what’s going on!”

“I’m sorry about your dad,” Richard shot back. “But I don’t give a shit. If you hadn’t come nosing around in the first place, he wouldn’t be in trouble.”

All Logan had to do was grab the back of Richard’s head and slam it into the steering wheel. That would be that. Of course, they’d all be dead, but at least he’d have a little satisfaction.

His hands remained at his side.

“I’m going to ignore that last part, because I know you’re trying to protect your sister. That’s admirable. I also know that you’re not very smart. There’s nothing you can do about that.”

Richard’s face balled up into a reddening mass of fury. “You son of a-”

“Richard!” Diana yelled. “Just drive!”

“I’m pulling over and we’re kicking him out.”

“No, we’re not,” she said. “Keep going.”

“Go to hell, Diana! Sometimes I’m right. Sometimes we do what I say!”

“Richard,” Sara said, her voice calmer than the others. “Logan’s right. We all know you’re doing your best to help me. I love you more for that than I can ever express. But Logan’s not the problem here.” She pointed out the front window at some imaginary point in the distance. “She is. Logan’s involved in this now whether you want him to be or not. Which means he needs to know the truth. Please. Keep driving.”

A whole minute passed, then two, as if the air in the car needed to calm first before anyone spoke. Then Sara started talking.