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fact, even if he was Sean’s son. Maybe he was adopted, she thought. Her eyes narrowed as she pinned him with a glare. “Are you going to take this seriously or not?” she asked.
    “I’m officially ruling this a murder,” Sean announced, interrupting what appeared to be an argument in the making—he knew for a fact that Logan didn’t like being challenged. “Don’t worry. He’ll take it seriously now,” he assured his assistant with a note of finality in his voice.
    She was overreacting. Her sister’s murder—just finding Paula this way—was making her lose her perspective. If she continued down this road, then she really would wind up being thrown off the case.
    And soon.
    At the very least, she wasn’t any good to anyone if she unraveled this way.
    Destiny took in a deep, shaky breath, getting herself back under control. Her spine snapped into place, ramrod straight.
    “Sorry,” she said to Sean.
    “You have nothing to be sorry about,” Sean told her warmly. Placing a fatherly arm around her shoulders, he gently escorted Destiny from the room.
    The sound of fresh activity was heard coming from the living room. The M.E.’s team had just arrived, pushing a gurney between them.
    Nodding at the duo, Sean said, “The victim’s in the bathtub. She’s had a preliminary workup and is ready to go.”
    “It’s a suicide, right?” one of the men asked, looking at the sheet attached to his clipboard. The latter was lying on top of the gurney.
    “No, it’s a homicide,” Logan corrected, answering for his father.
    He wasn’t oblivious to the relieved smile that Destiny shot him. Though it lasted only half a second, he’d been right. Her smile did have the makings to light up a room.
    Hearing what Logan said, one of the two men sighed and shook his head. “It’s going to be another long night,” he anticipated, addressing his words to no one in particular.
    “C’mon, don’t just stand there and make it any longer,” the other man prodded.
    Pushing the gurney before them, they entered the next room.
    Once they were gone, Sean turned to Destiny. “I should be the one who’s saying he’s sorry,” he said to her, continuing what he was saying before the two assistants from the M.E.’s office had entered the apartment. “And I am. I am deeply sorry for your loss,” he emphasized. “And we will find the person responsible for this, Destiny,” he said. “I give you my word.”
    Destiny blinked back her tears. It felt as if she’d been fighting them all along. Her supervisor wasn’t making things any easier for her.
    “I believe you,” she murmured, her voice hardly above a whisper. Any louder and she knew she would risk breaking down entirely.
    Again.
    To the best of Logan’s knowledge, it was the first time he’d ever heard his father make a promise that he wasn’t a hundred percent certain ahead of time that he could back up.
    This assistant had to mean a lot to him, he concluded, then couldn’t help wondering why.

Chapter 3
    “W ere you two on the outs?” Logan asked Destiny as his father continued processing the rest of the small apartment.
    Why did he keep coming back to that?
    “No. She was my only family. We were close—as close as two people who lived two different, busy lives could be,” she qualified, emphasizing the word busy . “We didn’t get together as much as I would have liked, but that couldn’t have been helped.” Her eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded Logan, looking for some kind of an indication as to what was really on his mind. She began to suspect that he wasn’t the typical vapid, shallow pretty boy. There was substance, a trait she’d always found far sexier than looks.
    But right now, she was in a place where things like that didn’t matter.
    “Why are you asking?” she asked.
    He answered her question with a question. “Is there any reason you can think of why she wouldn’t have told you who she was seeing?”
    Logan was still having a lot of