however there was no way Logan could take a shot with Kelsey so close.
Both the man in black and Kelsey rose slowly, neither ever glancing away from the other.
It was kind of hot how well Kelsey was handling the situation. Now was absolutely not the time for that kind of a thought, but there it was.
“Hands,” she said in that same I-will-cut-you tone.
The man stood there.
She leaned toward him and spoke lower. Logan barely heard her, which he reckoned was accidental. “You either take those gloves off and hold your hands behind you, or I start cutting.”
The man finally glanced away from her to Logan, then over his shoulder at the others.
Assessing whether or not he had a chance?
He shifted his weight and began tugging at each finger of his gloves, easing them off slowly. He dropped one glove, then worked on the other, until he finally held his hands behind him.
Kelsey gestured at the cops. “Cuff him, but be careful. He probably has more shit hidden on him than Inspector Gadget. Never take your eyes off him and don’t be within six feet of him once he’s secured in a cruiser, understand?”
Logan studied her. What did she know that he didn’t?
Her warnings had an obvious effect on the cops. Two moved in, checking his pockets, removing his belt and securing his wrists. The other two kept their guns up.
Logan tested his arm, rotating his shoulder, and winced.
“I, uh, think I might need stitches,” he said.
“What?” Kelsey’s head whipped around and she gaped at him.
“I’m fine.” And yet Logan could feel the blood running down his arm, soaking his sleeve and likely his jacket.
“Get him out of my sight and someone call an ambulance, please?” Kelsey’s eyes flashed as she took a step back from the attacker.
Logan flinched and backed away from her.
Maybe now wasn’t the time to mention that?
She crowded him back into Dixon’s spacious bathroom and grabbed a fluffy towel off a rack.
“Let me see,” she demanded.
“It’s a scratch.”
Kelsey yanked at his jacket. “Shit. Logan.”
Blood soaked the front of his shirt, too.
She helped him out of the suit jacket then unbuttoned his shirt without so much as a, may I? He was turning under her direction for her to pull the shirt off him when Bernstein stepped through the door.
“I take it Dixon is still indisposed?” the man asked.
Logan winced as Kelsey grabbed his bicep.
“Dixon’s not here,” she said. “Wherever he is, I’m guessing you’ll have better ideas than we do. So, if you don’t want to find him dead, I’d suggest telling us anything and everything you know.”
Logan bit the inside of his mouth to keep from grinning. Kelsey had abandoned her smiles and playing nice. He was used to her brisk demeanor. He actually preferred it.
“He’s—where is he?” Bernstein blinked while his gaze bounced from one to the other.
Kelsey stood on tip-toe and frowned at him. “Damn it, Logan. This is deep. I think I can see your bone. This is gross.”
Bernstein’s face paled.
Kelsey pointed at the man without looking at him. “Don’t go anywhere. This is your problem, too.”
“I don’t know where he is. None of us do. Honest.” Bernstein held up his hands.
Kelsey pressed the fluffy white towel to Logan’s arm. “What’s he hiding then? Butters called Dixon a pedophile. Do you know anything about that?”
Logan pursed his lips in an attempt to keep his expression neutral. Now wasn’t the time, even if he was thoroughly enjoying this no nonsense Kelsey.
Bernstein’s eyes bulged. “John would never.”
Kelsey stared at Bernstein. “He did something bad enough to make Butters get hired by him, then try to attack him. So John has done something.”
Bernstein shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“Even if it’s a rumor. It could still help,” Logan said.
Bernstein blew out a breath. “Okay, fine. John has been very involved with immigration legislation. He’s come under fire for things that have happened to illegal immigrants upon returning to their home countries. But that’s out of his control.”
Logan wasn’t sure that he believed all of that. A man like Butters didn’t turn killer overnight over nothing.
“Sir? Sir, the ambulance is here,” someone called out.
“That’s your cue,” Kelsey said in a hard tone.
“Yes, ma’am,” Logan muttered.
His phone vibrated the same moment Kelsey reached for his.
Shit.
Now what?
Logan glanced at his screen then at Kelsey staring back at him with wide eyes.
“What? What is it?” Bernstein asked.
Logan breathed his first truly easy breath that day. “Dixon just tried to use an ATM. My team is on their way to