us well."
No. In fact, it felt like a warning. But what kind of warning? Did Devereux want them to back off from accusing his daughter? Was that it?
Or was something else going on here?
Logan passed the cigars and the note back to the officer."You might want to keep this in case it turns out to be evidence in the investigation," he explained.
In other words, Logan didn’t want it with them if there was another bug. But he didn’t want to discard it, either, in case it contained some kind of clue.
“I’ll tell the captain that we’re leaving," Logan assured her.
But Logan barely made it a step in that direction. He stopped when he noticed a man making his way toward him. Mia recognized him from his photo and from her brief encounter with him at the hospital.
Donnie Bishop.
He wasn’t dressed in scrubs, nor was he wearing the dark outfit he’d worn when he was skulking around the pediatric clinic parking lot. Today, he was dressed more like a rock star with fashionably ripped and faded jeans, a bright purple shirt and a dark-green leather jacket.
Mia stepped away with Tanner in case there was an altercation, judging from Logan’s body language and expression, that was a strong possibility, “Logan McGrath," Donnie greeted."And Mia Crandall. We meet at last."
His tone and posture were cavalier In fact, everything about him was cavalier, down to his multiple ear and eyebrow piercings and his shoulder-length heavily highlighted blond hair.
With at least five carats of diamonds winking in his ears, Donnie certainly didn’t look like the sort who’d try to gun someone down, but Mia wasn’t about to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“I just finished my little chat with the boys in blue," Donnie volunteered. He had a small plastic container of pellet-size breath mints, and he calmly tunneled some into his mouth. "I take it you’re here for the same reason?"
Logan fired off some questions of his own. "What were you doing in the hospital last night? Did you think you’d try to finish off Collena Drake?"
Donnie crunched his breath mints. "I have no interest in Ms, Drake. She’s no longer a cop and, from what I understand, she’s just a couple of steps from being in the loony bin."
“Someone stole her newborn baby and tried to kill her—twice—once right after she gave birth and again in front of Mia’s house. With her security-tech skills, she could be earning a six-figure income, but instead she volunteered to work on the task force to find illegally adopted babies. So, have some sympathy."
“Please." Donnie made a show of rolling his eyes."I don’t have sympathy for cops, former cops or for anyone who works for the authorities on a regular basis. That would include you, McGrath "
“The feeling is mutual." Logan took a step forward."So, what were you doing at the hospital asking about Collena Drake?"’
Donnie only smirked.
Mia thought back to that night and it didn’t take her long to come up with a theory, “I think I know why he was there." She stared at Donnie. "Did you put some kind of tracking equipment in my son’s diaper bag?"
No more smirks, but he did seem to be amused that she’d figured it out. "Is that where it ended up? I’d been looking for the darn thing. It must have fallen in the bag accidentally."
“Accidentally?" Logan repeated, his voice practically a growl.
“Of course. I’d never put it there on purpose, I got it for a friend who wanted to keep tabs on his teenage daughter. I had it with me when I was visiting someone at the hospital, and I obviously dropped it."
“You expect me to believe that?’ Logan countered.
“Believe what you will. You have no proof otherwise."
No. But there was enough circumstantial evidence to at least suggest it. But right now, they had more important issues.
“I want to know about Genevieve. Did she really put together a surrogacy plot that involved me?" Mia asked.
“You bet" He fluttered his perfectly
No. In fact, it felt like a warning. But what kind of warning? Did Devereux want them to back off from accusing his daughter? Was that it?
Or was something else going on here?
Logan passed the cigars and the note back to the officer."You might want to keep this in case it turns out to be evidence in the investigation," he explained.
In other words, Logan didn’t want it with them if there was another bug. But he didn’t want to discard it, either, in case it contained some kind of clue.
“I’ll tell the captain that we’re leaving," Logan assured her.
But Logan barely made it a step in that direction. He stopped when he noticed a man making his way toward him. Mia recognized him from his photo and from her brief encounter with him at the hospital.
Donnie Bishop.
He wasn’t dressed in scrubs, nor was he wearing the dark outfit he’d worn when he was skulking around the pediatric clinic parking lot. Today, he was dressed more like a rock star with fashionably ripped and faded jeans, a bright purple shirt and a dark-green leather jacket.
Mia stepped away with Tanner in case there was an altercation, judging from Logan’s body language and expression, that was a strong possibility, “Logan McGrath," Donnie greeted."And Mia Crandall. We meet at last."
His tone and posture were cavalier In fact, everything about him was cavalier, down to his multiple ear and eyebrow piercings and his shoulder-length heavily highlighted blond hair.
With at least five carats of diamonds winking in his ears, Donnie certainly didn’t look like the sort who’d try to gun someone down, but Mia wasn’t about to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“I just finished my little chat with the boys in blue," Donnie volunteered. He had a small plastic container of pellet-size breath mints, and he calmly tunneled some into his mouth. "I take it you’re here for the same reason?"
Logan fired off some questions of his own. "What were you doing in the hospital last night? Did you think you’d try to finish off Collena Drake?"
Donnie crunched his breath mints. "I have no interest in Ms, Drake. She’s no longer a cop and, from what I understand, she’s just a couple of steps from being in the loony bin."
“Someone stole her newborn baby and tried to kill her—twice—once right after she gave birth and again in front of Mia’s house. With her security-tech skills, she could be earning a six-figure income, but instead she volunteered to work on the task force to find illegally adopted babies. So, have some sympathy."
“Please." Donnie made a show of rolling his eyes."I don’t have sympathy for cops, former cops or for anyone who works for the authorities on a regular basis. That would include you, McGrath "
“The feeling is mutual." Logan took a step forward."So, what were you doing at the hospital asking about Collena Drake?"’
Donnie only smirked.
Mia thought back to that night and it didn’t take her long to come up with a theory, “I think I know why he was there." She stared at Donnie. "Did you put some kind of tracking equipment in my son’s diaper bag?"
No more smirks, but he did seem to be amused that she’d figured it out. "Is that where it ended up? I’d been looking for the darn thing. It must have fallen in the bag accidentally."
“Accidentally?" Logan repeated, his voice practically a growl.
“Of course. I’d never put it there on purpose, I got it for a friend who wanted to keep tabs on his teenage daughter. I had it with me when I was visiting someone at the hospital, and I obviously dropped it."
“You expect me to believe that?’ Logan countered.
“Believe what you will. You have no proof otherwise."
No. But there was enough circumstantial evidence to at least suggest it. But right now, they had more important issues.
“I want to know about Genevieve. Did she really put together a surrogacy plot that involved me?" Mia asked.
“You bet" He fluttered his perfectly
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