Chapter Six

Logan found that the desire to detect was far too ingrained in her that it was hard to resist. She'd spent the night tossing and turning; not even a few glasses of whiskey had helped.

Mysteries had been her passion from a very young age. She'd spent a day investigating who ate the whole packet of horribly boring rich tea biscuits when she was six years old, she'd had to march up to the headteacher and declare her own teacher as the guilty party.

Logan had demanded she be fired and sent to prison. Who knew a girl named Logan would turn out to be such a little Karen.

Thankfully she'd outgrown that impulse. Her faith in the criminal justice system had quashed that.

Logan played by her own rules now, but there were times when the pull was too strong, and this was that time. Larry Smiley had been in that wooded area for something at the exact time Lady Barnacle had been servicing a john.

Could Larry have been one of those johns too?

What else could he have been doing there? He didn't play gold there. Logan had checked that with the club, what else was there but a posh titled hooker.

Logan had slipped out of bed; yes, she had actually made it to bed instead of passing out on the couch.

It was only then standing outside her houses did she realize she had no transport, and she would have to wake Liam up and listen to his constant bellyaching for hours.

No, she couldn't ask Liam; instead, the brunette sat on the small wall that separated her house from the next and contemplated her next move.

Logan always hated relying on other people; her fierce independent streak had always been something she possessed.

Logan found her eyes straying onto the night's sky, she'd spent her childhood looking out the window at the stars making wishes and hoping they'd come true.

They had come true, but no one had explained those wishes had come with conditions.

"I gotta get onto that garage later, I'm like a hot young Ms. Daisy, only I have no one to drive me." Logan chuckled, jumping down from the wall and landing on her feet.

"Guess I'm calling Liam after all." Logan shrugged, pulling her cell phone from out of her pocket and standing in the middle of her small front garden, rang Liam.

The brunette waited, across the road, the nosy neighbors' curtains began to twitch, Logan rolled her eyes. Mr. and Mrs. Button were constant spectators in the lives of everyone who lived on the estate.

Of course, they would be awake at this time watching the comings and goings-on.

That was how Logan found herself creeping through the wood surrounding the golf course at half-past two in the morning.

The crinkle of leaves sounded under Logan's feet as the private detective crept. Logan didn't know what she was looking for, but Logan knew she'd see if she stumbled upon it.

Larry Smiley had been out in this wood for some reason; Logan just needed to find a clue that linked him to Lady Chatterley's lover.

The woods at night was a spooky place; the moon's silvery light escaped through the tops of the trees and cast an eerie shadow ahead of the private detective.

The sound of footsteps behind her made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, her heart picked up beating solidly against her ribs.

Logan looked around her for a weapon; Liam would not have left the car he had locked and ventured into the wood.

Whoever this was, it was not Liam.

The sound grew closer as Logan stopped moving, her eyes scattering around her as her hands were clenched at her sides, ready to strike when she needed.

"Please be a damn badger," Logan muttered, cursing the trail of ghostly mist that escaped her mouth.

At that moment, mysterious hands grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against a solid harsh tree trunk.

"You!"

Logan's eyes widened as she took in the familiar blonde woman who held her pushed against a tree.

How had Logan allowed her to sneak up on her and get the better of her like this?

"Fuck sake, Roisin." Logan hissed as she shrugged herself out of the blonde woman's grasp, her touch was so hot it almost burned. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Roisin lifted a blonde eyebrow up and smirked. Did Logan really think she was going to turn the tables around so soon? "I was going to ask you the same thing, what are you doing lurking around a crime scene in the early hours of the morning."

"Liam lost a contact lens when we were out here this afternoon." Logan shrugged, looking down and making a dramatic show of searching for the mythical contact lense.

Roisin crossed her arms over her chest and waited until Logan sheepishly looked up and saw her ex watching her.

Logan gasped for a moment, her mouth falling open; she hadn't come up with any excuses. "Fine, I'm conducting my own investigation, there is a poor widow who wants to know who her husband was shafting."

"Charming as always." Roisin sniggered, moving away from the woman.

"I try my best." Logan shrugged. "How did you know I was here?"

"Liam, he said he was worried you were going to get your head caved in by Titania." Roisin frowned; she assumed that she would not be getting those kinds of cryptic messages after the divorce but apparently not. "Is he okay? He may have fallen and hit his head today?"

Damn, Liam, that horny little baldie! Logan seethed, he'd sold her out, and she had found nothing. "Well, he does have a wild and crazy imagination."

"Like he thinks you're a valid person to take advice from." Roisin jokes. "Time to get out of here, Nancy Drew, this is still a crime scene."

"Did you talk with the Baron?" Logan inquired thoughtfully, although she had an idea of what was coming.

"No, what Baron?" Roisin shrugged.

"That little piece of shit, I knew he would squirm out of it." Logan ground her teeth in rage, clenching her fists so harshly her knuckles turned white.

Logan prided herself that she was a human lie detector test, she was terrible at telling lies, but when she was in the receiving end, Logan knew what was right and what wasn't.

Roisin narrowed her blue eyes and shifted on her feet; she knew this look. Roisin had worked and lived with Logan for too long not to see what was coming next.

"Let me escort you there personally." Logan bowed dramatically.

"Idiot, get a move on its freezing", Roisin said, rolling her eyes.

"I don't remember you saying that that one night we were staying the weekend in Devon." Logan winked a smug grin creeping across her full lips. "I recall you were singing a very different tune."

Roisin's face didn't change, there was an advantage to having a poker face, and Roisin had learned to use hers at any moment the need arose. "Then you turned into a bitch, and that was the end of that." Roisin sarcastically replied. "I have better things to do than running around after you trying to save your ass Logan, grow up life is not a Nancy Drew book."

"Stop calling me Nancy Drew!" Logan pouted.

"Ms. Marple?" Roisin laughed.

Logan pouted her lips, turning downward comically. "It wasn't my fault you lost your panties."

"It was your fault we got lost, which was the reason I lost them."

"You should have kept track of them; I was distracted at the time," Logan smirked, recalling that night.

Roisin rolled her eyes.

Logan glared at the older woman. "Are you taking a visit to Lord and Lady Muck, or are you skipping them cause their great, great Grandfather's step brother's second-best mistress was the fifteenth best mistress of the Queen's great uncle's, gardener's dog?"

The blonde woman stared at Logan bewildered, just when she had thought she couldn't surprise her anymore, Logan came up with something entirely new to induce speechlessness in her.

Roisin was about to answer when she was interrupted by Logan's cell phone. "Your date?" The blonde woman asked.

"My scaredy-cat best friend." Logan sighed, putting her phone in front of her. "Liam, what the hell I told you not to hold up my line, just in case something happened."

"Get your ass back here!" Liam hissed through the cell phone. "I think I just saw bigfoot."

Roisin turned her head away and hid a smirk.

"Bigfoot, my ass, it was probably your reflection Liam." Logan hit back.

"Get back here, you lunatic, I don't want to end up the victim of some serial killer!"