Chapter Five

After both Logan and Liam had given their statements to the police, Logan had casually looked for Roisin, but she had been nowhere to be seen. She had probably been out looking at the scene of the crime Logan had assumed.

Disappointed but doing an outstanding job at hiding it, Logan and Liam jumped into his car and headed for home; it had been a very long day, and all Logan wanted to do was feel the water of a shower pouring down on her.

"So...Roisin is on the case," Logan said, his hands still shaking slightly, and he knew he wouldn't be sleeping for a few weeks, but right then in the daylight with Logan for company, things felt better.

"Yep." Logan shrugged.

"Interesting they sent her." Liam sent his friend an amused look, satisfied to see Logan's forehead scrunched up, a classic sign she was overthinking, and Liam wasn't sure it was entitling all about the murder.

"Shut up, Liam." Logan sighed. She didn't need to go into this again.

"I can't believe you're going around with that Sadie loser when Roisin is right there." Liam tested his luck.

"Leave it, Liam, we're divorced for a reason," Logan replied, annoyed.

Suddenly out the window, a large manor house came into view, part of the house was obscured by trees, but standing out in the big lawn at the front was the woman they had discovered in the wood. "Holy crap, it's Titania!"

"What, who?" Liam blinked, following Logan's hand.

"Pull over there, let's have a little chat."

"We aren't cops, Logan," Liam warned yet still did what he was told. Stopping the car right in front of the woman, who watched them with curious annoyed eyes.

Logan pushed open the door and leaped out of the car, and a broad smile plastered across her face. "Hello again, we met earlier. If you recall, you were sitting in the middle of the woods."

"Is this wise?" Logan whispered.

Logan ignored his warning and smiled at the woman who scowled at her in return. Logan chose to ignore her own curiosity, getting the better of her. "I'm wondering why you didn't stick around; the police said no one was to leave, and here you are."

"What happened to your gun hoe friend?" Liam asked, his dark brown eyes shifting around them.

"Hello, dear, who is this?" A tall slim man appeared in the doorway; his brown corduroy pants seemed oddly darker at his knees, and his bow tie slightly scruffy.

"Timothy darling, this is....oh, we weren't introduced." The woman smiled cheerfully as though nothing had ever happened.

"Logan Luther, Private Investigator, and this is my colleague Liam Henderson," Logan said, hooking her hands in the back of her Jean's.

"Hi." Liam waved.

"Private investigator, how mysterious this is my husband, Sir Timothy Barnet, he's a Baronet." The woman smiled back at the man, who scowled back at them.

"Gazuntite." Logan laughed.

"What, oh dear, yes, it must be dreadfully hard for you to encounter nobility being rather common." The woman grinned. "And I am Magdalene."

Liam sniggered.

"Lovely name, but you didn't answer my question. Why didn't you listen to the orders of the police? It is vital that everyone in the vicinity of the body is accounted for and have an alibi."

"My wife is not under interrogation, and you are not under any authority to do it." Sir Timothy demanded angrily as he moved away from the door and approached his petit wife.

"Listen to me, Lord Bucket," Logan said, squaring up to the older man. "You go back and give a statement, or I call DCI O'Connor right now, and I can watch her break your fragile balls with one hand."

"And she knows about that personally." Liam chipped in cheerfully, ignoring the pout Logan sent his way.

"It's Sir Timothy Barnet, not Bucket." The Baronet growled pompously. "How dare you talk like this to me? My father sat in the house of lords."

"I don't care, my Grandfather was a fishmonger in Dresden. Do I look like I can debone a Haddock?" This was becoming impossible. Why were so people so arrogant they believed they were above everyone else?

"Get off my property!" His face turned rosy red as he glared at Logan and Liam; Logan was torn between an old instinct inside her that never indeed died and the new part of her that said she was not a detective anymore, at least not one who could do any good.

Logan's moss green eyes glowed. "Come along, Ash, Lord Barnacle, needs to get ready for his wife's interview with the police."

"Barnet!"

"Barnacle Barnet, same thing." Logan shrugged as she slowly made her way back to the car, her eyes still glued to the middle-aged couple; how did the wife of a baronet go to selling her body to the commoners of the parish? Were things really that bad financially nowadays? Gone was the glory of their prosperous ancestors, and now they were poor peasants except for the title.

Oh, boy, did they covert that title.

Inside the car, Liam wasted no time stepping on the accelerator and fleeing the scene; he'd never understood Logan's fearless stupidity.

"That is twice you nearly got us killed!" The flustered man accused. "In a matter of hours."

"He had blood on his trousers," Logan muttered to herself.

"It wasn't blood, it was just dirt. He was probably doing his garden, didn't you see the garden gloves in his trouser pockets?" Logan said, trying to ease the thought from Logan's mind; he also didn't want to go back and face the Baronet.

"What are you doing now?" Liam asked as he saw Logan reach for her cell phone and text something.

"Just informing a certain stern blonde about Lord and Lady Muck."

Liam smirked. "I can't believe you divorced, have no kids together but still have each other's number."

"We're grownups, Liam," Logan mumbled, the finger where her wedding ring had sat for two and a half years was suspiciously missing. The pale patch of skin where the sun had been unable to reach was still there, the gold band had now gone.

Logan reached to shift it, hissing a curse to herself when she realized that it was gone.

"What do we do now?" Liam asked they didn't have a protocol for when a target died; it had never happened before.

"Well, I guess we do nothing. The police will inform the widow, and we did what we were paid to do; we wait now to see if she comes into the office, although I feel that she would rather live in ignorance and pretend he was a faithful husband." Logan pondered whether she was right, that had been true when her father died.

"Brilliant, let's go to the pub and drink so I can forget this image I have in my head."