Nowthatwas cause for hesitation.
“Uh…I’ve been…keeping up,” Lucky answered cautiously. “Why?”
Keeping things as short and sweet as possible, Logan went through everything that had happened with Natalie as of late. The tires and tonight’s break-in. And by the time he was finished, Lucky sounded as pissed as Logan felt.
“What the fuck?” The other man growled. “You got any idea who it is?” Before Logan could point out the obvious, Lucky got there on his own. “Guess if you did, you wouldn’t be asking about my mad computer skills, huh?”
“Exactly.”
“What about the cops?”
“Nothing so far.” He went on to tell him about his earlier phone conversation with Detective Knox. “I don’t know. Maybe Knox is right. Maybe the two are unrelated.”
And maybe Santa Claus will come sliding down my chimney on Christmas Eve.
“Anything’s possible, but…two accounts of random vandalism on the same property in one week? I don’t know, man. I don’t like it.”
“Neither do I.” Logan glanced over his shoulder at the door behind him to make sure Natalie hadn’t come looking for him. “The cops asked Nat if she could think of anyone who’d target her like this, but she couldn’t think of a single name.”
“No surprise. The woman’s a fucking saint.”
More like an angel.
“Right. Which means we’re starting from scratch.”
“What about that accounting firm she works for?” Lucky asked. “She have any problems with anyone there?”
“None. But I’d like to run backgrounds on her co-workers, just in case. At least the others who work in the same office as her.”
“I’ll run her boss, too. Just to make sure he isn’t some twisted asshole whose developed an unhealthy obsession with our girl.”
Our girl.
Natalie was theirs. From damn near day one, the entire team had accepted her as one of them. They used to tease that she was like a little sister with five older brothers.
Only Logan didn’t see her as a sister. Not back then, and sure as hell not now.
Not even fucking close.
“Anyone else you want me to run?” Lucky spoke up again. “Boyfriend…lover…”
“Negative on both.”
Thank God.
“Okay, well, if she’s not currently seeing anyone, what about exes? Any relationships that ended badly, or—”
“She doesn’t have any exes.” None since before Hunter, anyway. “She doesn’t date.”
His friend paused. “Ever?”
“Not that I know of. No.”
“Jesus.” Lucky’s exhale hit Logan’s ear. “That’s really…sad.”
A frown left his brows turning inward. “Why is that sad?”
“Seriously? Dude. Hunt’s been gone two years. And Nat’s like, what…thirty-one?”