Page 113 of When He Plays

“The man who—who wheeled out Harper…He was just…just one of Morris’s thugs! He’s already dead! You don’t have to worry about him any longer.” Fast, frantic words. “Paid him…paid him to move her, and then got rid of him!”

“Back up. You killed him?”

A jerky nod. “Couldn’t have loose ends.” Miserable.

“My, my, but you are the busy VP of Security, aren’t you? Know what? You’re fired. I’ll be letting my wife take over your position going forward.” Speaking of the woman who owned his soul…“I have to go after my wife.” Luckily, he knew exactly where to go. Before he left, though, he had to get a vital piece of intel. “I want you to give me a name. Tell me exactly who it is that has been giving all the orders to you. Who was really Morris’s boss? Who has been behind everything?”

Evans stared him straight in the eyes. “Ares.”

Logan didn’t blink. “Huh. Really?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed before Evans hissed, “Yes.”

Logan slammed his gun into the traitor’s temple. Evans flopped back, and his head hit the floor.

Logan threw on clothing. Tucked his gun in the waistband of his pants. He grabbed the phone he’d left under the bed and saw the line of texts.

Jamar found.

Stabbed three times.

Help incoming.

“But what about the fucking eyes on my wife?” Logan snarled as he raced through the suite. Then he stopped, glancing around. Were there more cameras? Or had the one in the bedroom been it? Because if he was being watched now…

Screw it. Too late. He shoved the phone into his pocket. Yanked open the suite’s door. Rushed into the hallway.

Only he wasn’t alone in that hallway. Because Sebastian Shay had just erupted out of the elevator and the marshal barreled toward him, gun drawn.

In a flash, Logan pointed his own weapon at the bastard.

Sebastian froze.

“Gonna need you to get the hell out of my way,” Logan thundered.

“I’m here to help you,” Sebastian snapped right back. “You crazy asshole, I’m your cavalry! Jezebel sent me!”

“I don’t need a cavalry. Get the fuck out of the way.”

“You’re going after Charlotte.”

Of course, he was.

“I’m coming with you. I’m helping you.” Sebastian stepped to the side. “I have to get Harper back!”

Did the marshal even realize how much emotion had just slipped out with that fierce declaration? Logan shouldered past him, climbed into the elevator, and hit the button for the lobby.

Sebastian was right beside him. All up in his damn space.

As the elevator lowered…“You’ve been undercover a while, haven’t you?” Logan guessed.

Sebastian grunted.

“I’ll take that as a yes. I’m thinking you’ve worked quite a few cases with your undercover persona. Devil-may-care Sebastian, the playboy with all the money who hailed from Atlanta.”

Another grunt.

“A word of warning, be more careful about revealing your weaknesses to others. Your enemies will use them against you.”