She and Logan went to the café in town where Presley had eaten the other times she’d been to Sleepy Hollow. They were just finishing their sandwiches when Logan’s cell phone rang.
“Yeah, Muncie. What’s up?”
Presley stopped to listen, the glass of iced tea halfway to her mouth. Logan must have realized she was eager to know what he and the other man were talking about because he cupped the receiver and whispered, “Martin left his apartment.”
Logan pulled out a pen and scribbled an address on a napkin. She leaned over to get a better look and saw it was someplace in Fairfield. The address looked familiar for some reason and after a moment, she figured out why. It was the funeral home she and Logan had gone to the other day. The one that had supposedly cremated Del Vecchio’s body.
“No, stay right where you are,” Logan said to Muncie. “Don’t go in there under any circumstances. Remember what I told you earlier. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”
Logan hung up and dug in his back pocket for his wallet, then tossed a twenty on the table. “Martin went to a self-storage place, then to the funeral home in Fairfield.”
“You think he has Del Vecchio’s body?”
“I’m going to find out.” Logan stood up. “I’ll drop you off at my place before I head up there.”
She pushed back her chair and got to her feet. “I’m coming with you.”
He glanced her way as they walked out to the Hummer. “I know you don’t want to stay by yourself, but—”
“I’m not worried about staying by myself.” For a smart guy, he could be thick sometimes. “I don’t want you going alone.”
Logan opened the passenger door for her. “Presley, honey, it’s very sweet that you’re worried about me, but I know how to handle myself. Besides, I won’t be alone. Muncie is going to be there.”
“Muncie doesn’t have a clue what he’s walking into and it will take half the night to try to explain it to him. He’ll be more of a liability than a help. I already know what Del Vecchio can and can’t do. I’m going.”
Logan mouth tightened. “No, you’re not. I’m taking you back to my place and you’re staying there.”
She opened her mouth to retort, but he slammed the door shut before she could get the words out, so she had to wait until he went around and got in the other side.
“The moment you leave, I’ll be right behind you,” she said as soon as was seated beside her. “I know the address, remember?”
He gave her a sidelong glance, the muscle in his jaw flexing. “You don’t have a car, remember?”
Was that the best he could come up with? “No, I don’t have a car. But I have a cell phone, so I can get an Uber.”
This was her life they were talking about, and she’d never been the type to let another person fight her battles for her. Besides, Logan needed her to watch his back. He was prime boyfriend material and that was damn hard to come by.
She folded her arms and sat back in the seat. “You should stop wasting time. Muncie isn’t going to wait all night. Sooner or later, he’ll get bored and go snooping around. We need to get moving.”
Logan stared at her, his jaw tight. He was probably debating whether he should take her back to his place and leave her tied to a chair. She hoped not because she was lousy at untying knots. Apparently, he must have decided against it because he put the SUV in drive and took off out of the parking lot with a squeal, rocks flying everywhere.
Great. Now she’d pissed him off.
At least she’d gotten what she wanted. She hoped she didn’t regret it.