Chapter 102

"How's Brett?" I asked, changing the subject. She had married my lead guitarist and they now lived in Colorado. He was in a bigger band now and toured frequently.

She sighed. "On tour again."

"Everything okay?"

She let out a deep breath. "Yeah, but I just wish he didn't have to go away so much."

"Welcome to the music business."

She laughed. "So, what's up? How have you been?"

"Good," I said, but I had said it a bit too quickly.

"Okay. What's up?"

I let out a deep breath. "Are you sitting down?"

I heard something shuffle in the background. "Now I am. What's going on?"

"Logan's alive."

"He what?" she asked, her voice raising several octaves.

"Frank told me tonight," I said. Then, I explained to her about going to New York and thinking that I saw him at the party and on the news.

"That bastard!" she yelled into the phone.

"What?" I asked, sitting up, suddenly concerned.