It wasn’t the man’s fault Frank Warren provided bail for his son first thing in the morning. “What about his friend?” “He’ll be here for a while. Turns out he’s got a couple warrants on him in Big Horn County.” “I assume Warren has been relieved of his duties?” Logan asked, feeling Lexie tense beside him. “Done. Someone is clearing out his office right now.” Arms folded, Lexie snorted. “Well, it’s about freaking time. I don’t know what you were smoking when you hired that whackjob.” Harper’s face turned beet-red. “Young lady, he was the finest candidate, and with the trouble you’ve been in yourself, I don’t think that attitude is going to get you any sympathy.” Logan glared at her out of the corner of his eyes. “There’s no need to get defensive, Ron. You and I know the truth,” Logan stated, knowing the jab would fly over the man’s head. The only thing Harper had been high on was the scent of money. The position of deputy had been bought and paid for by Frank for his only son.
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