Logan stared out the window alongside me, his lips pressed together. “Yeah,” he muttered quietly.

It was just one word, but it was all I needed. He knew.

I turned to him. “So you knew? Then why the whole act? Why bother with all this?”

Logan’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer right away.

As the police car drove past us, Harris gave a small wave in my direction.

We were in a car with tinted windows—there was no way Harris could’ve seen me. But ...