The Returning Ex

Lola was a little puzzled when she was out. After a quick search around with her eyes, she turned to Logan. “Who fired the tranquilizer gun?” From her previous experience as a police officer, she knew that no one in the police squad would be assigned with a tranquilizer gun.

“Oh, that was me,” Logan mumbled and answered truthfully.

His answer not only startled her but also John and Sophia, who widened her eyes at him. “You brought a tranquilizer gun with you?”

Nodding solemnly, he said, “Yeah, I’ve used it a couple of times before when I went hunting with my friends in the mountains. So I brought it in the car with me this time.” Without a doubt, he couldn’t stash guns and ammunition in private, but it was easy for him to lay his hands on something like a tranquilizer gun.

Lola gave him a judging look but didn’t say anything, and he grinned. “What is it? Are you impressed?”

she merely gave him a lopsided smile. “Not impressed, but I must admit that I’m surprised.” Her words made him raise his

they would still need to have their testimonies taken in written records. When they got into the car, Sophia asked Lola what actually happened to her. Leaning back into the seat, she told her what transpired. Fortunately for her, she wasn’t

dared to drug me until now,” Logan interjected in anger next to them. “That damn old man had really pissed me off. Just wait and see how I’ll deal

about the situation at Bailey Residence. Snorting, he replied, “Well, I flipped two tables and left after giving them a piece of my mind. The police were there as well, so things won’t be looking that good for them either.” Then, something else crossed his

him to Old Mr. Bailey, and he realized how much he had aged. Looks like the death of his son was a really big blow to him, he thought. When he was shouting around in his fit

he found it illogical. After they had their testimonies taken, it was already dark, and they all

as they entered the living room of the main building, John’s cell phone rang, and he saw that it was Isabelle who was calling. Frowning, he recalled calling her earlier when Lola was in trouble, but she didn’t pick up his call, and he wondered what ideas she was harboring with this

the caller ID, she said, “Pick up the call and hear what she has

silent, and she continued,