Logan asked. He leaned against the counter in the kitchen and took a healthy swallow of his first mug of coffee of the day. Sophia, his almost-sister-in-law, was sitting at the table with her own coffee. It was early in the morning and at the moment, they were the only two moving around. Ric would make an appearance soon to check the ongoing computer searches. Then, one by one, the others would drift in from their individual quarters to get their assignments for the day. Regan Fortune was sure to be a major topic of conversation, and Logan wanted to get Sophia’s opinion first. During the long, cold weeks they’d worked the case in her home state of Maine, he’d learned to respect her intuition and instincts. She looked at him, one eyebrow cocked. “About?” “You know about what. Regan Fortune. And Dante.” Sophia chuckled. “Are you asking if I think she’s trustworthy? That she’s telling the truth about her brother? Or if I think a woman has finally come along who can crack that concrete shell around Dante?”
