door.
He wasn’t surprised to find his dad standing outside. Harp immediately pushed past him. “I saw your car. How long have you been back?”
“Not long,” Logan said. He waited at the door for a few seconds in case any of his dad’s friends were with him, but apparently he’d come alone. Logan shut it, and pulled on his shirt.
“Well? What happened?” he father asked. “Dev got all ‘can’t talk right now’ as soon as he got off the phone with you, then disappeared.”
“Elyse is alive.”
“What?” His father’s eyes grew about as wide as Logan had ever seen them.
“I saw her.”
“You saw her? And she’s alive?” His dad’s voice stuck in his throat. Logan could tell he’d been assuming the worst, but hadn’t voiced it for his friend’s sake. “Where is she? We should go get her.” He started for the door.
“It’s not that easy,” Logan said, stopping him.
“Why not? If you know where she is, we just need to—”
“Dad, she’s on a plane.”
“A plane?” his father said, as if the word was foreign to him. “An airplane?”
“Yes.”
“Where’s she going?”
“The flight plan says Tokyo.”
“Tokyo?” His dad sunk onto one of the beds, and sat there for a moment, staring at the floor, before he turned his gaze back to his son. “Why did you let her get on?”
“She didn’t get aboard by herself. Someone put her there.”
“And you just let this happen? You should have grabbed her.”
“It wasn’t exactly an option at the time, okay?” Logan paused, trying very hard not to let his own frustration show. “At least we know she’s still alive. And, for the moment, we also know exactly where she is.”
“You mean in a
“Yes,” Logan said, ignoring his father’s tone.
Harp looked defeated, like he’d let down Tooney, and there was nothing he could do to make it right.
Logan sat down beside him. “You wanted me to find her and bring her back. Dad, that’s still what I’m going to do.”
“Do you think you really can?”
The answer that came immediately to mind was, “I don’t know,” but instead he said, “I’m not going to stop until I do.”
Neither of them spoke for a few seconds.
Finally, Logan said, “Wherever she’s gone, Dad, I’m going to have to follow her.”
“Well, that’s not a problem,” his father replied, grabbing onto the thread of hope Logan had given him. “I told you we’d cover all costs.”
“I’ll need cash. A few grand at least, and that’s not counting the plane ticket.”
“The boys and I will go to the bank tomorrow.”
“You should probably do it first thing,” Logan said. “I’ll need to leave as soon as I can.”
“For Tokyo?” his dad asked.
“That, I don’t know yet.”
Harp gave his son a smile, then said, “Thanks, Logan. I’m glad you’re here, and I know you’ll do the best you can.”
23
The address Debbie Midwin had given Logan was to the same building in which he’d questioned Mr. Williams and Mr. Dean. But that wasn’t a surprise.
He parked in the lot directly across from it this time, and knocked on the door.
A few moments later, a smiling woman of about forty-five opened it. She was short, maybe five-three at best, and dressed in jeans and a green sweater. By her demeanor, it could have just as easily been 1:00 p.m. as 1:00 a.m.
“Mr. Cole?” she asked.
Logan nodded, smiling. “You must be Ms. Midwin.”
