Logan opens his mouth to answer, but just then, his cell phone rings. He grabs it and rests it on his knee on speaker phone.
“Yeah?”
“Alright, it’s a little place in Washington…”
I hear Everest’s smooth voice on the other end.
“Washington?As in the state? Fuck, man, you couldn’t have found something further away?”
“Take a chill pill, man.” Everest repeats his apparently favorite cringy expression. “It’s a very cute house, kind of modern, in the middle of a big forest, and there’s a waterfall—”
“I don’t care about that. Is it safe? They won’t find it?”
“Yeah. Safe house. Safe protocol. Just like we talked about. Don’t worry, man. Okay?”
“Okay.” Logan’s voice comes out throaty. “Thanks, bro. I owe you one. I owe you abigone.”
“No problem. I’ll get you the address. And Logan…”
“Yeah?”
“I really hope I don’t see you again. Not for a really long fucking time. Not until… well, you know.”
“I hope it works.” He rubs his temple, and for the first time, I notice how exhausted he is. “It better fucking work. Tell Damien I said that. I’m counting on him.
“Yeah. Alright, see ya, man.”
He hangs up, and I stare at Logan in confusion. “Everest… got you a place?”
“Mhm.”
“And you trust him?”
The look he spares me makes me regret that question. “I mean…” I swallow again, feeling more nervous than ever under his cold gaze. “I mean, do you trust him not to tell Damien?”
His gaze grows even colder. “No.”
“No?”
“I trust Damien not to ask.”
I’m not feeling all that reassured as I lean back again, turning my eyes toward the window. But I can tell continuing on that track is the wrong idea. Especially given how anxious Logan seems.
After what feels like another eternity of silence, I turn back to Logan. “What was that you were talking about… that thing you’re hoping works?”
His steely expression softens into a smirk. “You’re real curious, aren’t you? Don’t worry your little head about that, ghost girl. Now, be quiet. I don’t want to hear your voice for the rest of the car ride.”
Asshole!I sit up, crossing my arms again, huffing out an angry breath. “Logan! You can’t just—”
Then I notice the tent in his pants.
“I can’t justwhat?”
“You can’t just… treat me like a child…”
“Watch me. What are you going to do?Cryabout it?”
“Fuck you,” I mutter.