Chapter 25

Want out. His wolf was very clear.

Me too, buddy. But we gotta play by the rules.

Which meant Logan cooled his heels in an interrogation room. He'd been here for six hours now. A quarter-day of bullshit. The cops kept asking him the same shit over and over.

"Where were you last night?"

Easy enough answer, since Logan and the boys had a set response for just this type of scenario. "Playing poker with the boys."

The detective rattled his sheaf of papers, pretending to peruse them, when, in reality, he already knew what they said. "According to neighbors, they don't recall seeing your truck in the driveway."

"Because we didn't play at my house, which means I drove my truck there."

"Whose house were you at?"