He didn’t want to intimidate Trent, but he wanted him to know he meant business. “You’re still here?” he asked as Trent got out of the patrol car. “That a problem?” “Maybe...maybe not.” Logan squinted into the sun that was sinking low in the western sky, positioning himself so that it wasn’t glaring directly into his eyes. Trent nodded to the holstered Ruger. “You planning to use that for something?” “Hope not. But if anyone comes after Mallory, I want to be ready.” “Taking the law into your own hands?” Trent put his hand on his own gun. “Turning vigilante?” “Self-defense is hardly vigilante.” Logan glanced toward the road, trying to see if anyone was parked out there. “What I’d really like to know is what you’re doing here, Trent. You’re obviously not still investigating the fire.” “I’m on duty.”
