He purposely kept his gun at his side so that she wouldn’t see it and have a panic attack.
Mia nodded, reached over the seat and fully opened the front passenger-side door. Logan lifted Collena as gently as he could. She moaned and grimaced from the pain.
Logan lay her inside on the leather seat while he continued to apply pressure to her wound. It wasn’t an ideal way to treat a gunshot victim, but at least the vehicle would protect them from the cold and perhaps even a subsequent attack. In the meantime, he would do what he could to keep Collena from bleeding to death.
“Are you okay?” he asked Mia.
Their eyes met. For a second. He saw the fear and concern. “I wasn’t hurt.”
Maybe not physically. But this attack was the stuff of present and future nightmares. It would stay with her.
And him.
The only good thing he could see in all of this was that Tanner was too young to remember what they’d just experienced.
Logan heard the sirens in the distance. It wouldn’t be long now before the police arrived and before Collena could get the medical treatment she needed.
“Someone doesn’t want us to learn the truth,” Collena whispered.
Logan had to agree with her about that. “We need to know who.” So he could go after this idiot with every ounce of the rage he was feeling for the person who’d endangered his child.
“I’m close to getting that name,” Collena added. “I’ll have it soon.”
“I don’t doubt that we’ll find the truth. But for now, just stay quiet. Conserve your energy.”
Collena shook her head and ran her tongue over her chapped bottom lip. Her breath was ragged and thin. “The police found two sets of files at Brighton—the legal set the Brighton owners and investors created for the world to see. The real files were encrypted with different codes for different files. This afternoon, I finally broke the code on Mia Crandall’s file.”
That got his attention. Mia’s, too. She peered over the seat at the woman.
“There’s one notation that really stood out,” Collena continued. She waited until she took a deep breath. “In Mia’s file there was a notation about a surrogate request. A client paid a huge sum of money for the use of a surrogate with red hair and brown eyes. I don’t know who this person is yet—they were identified by yet another code.”
Logan got a really bad feeling about this.
“What was that doing in my records?” Mia asked.
Collena wearily shook her head. “I’m not sure, exactly. And it’s more complicated.”
The sounds of sirens drew closer and Logan spotted the ambulance when it turned into Mia’s drive.
“Complicated,” Collena repeated. “Because Brighton took money from both you and this other person who made the request. In fact, this person paid nearly ten times what you did, and I think the reason for that was the surrogate wasn’t supposed to know she was a surrogate. The client wanted to keep the arrangement a secret.”
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