This car was the Mercer family's prized relic, rich with sentimental value. But for Miles, it was a constant reminder of the resentment that had been festering between him, his father, and Logan. If Miles had hidden Logan anywhere, it had to be here.

I took a step closer, noticing fresh smudges in the dust on the door. Someone had been here recently.

I was right.

"Logan," I called softly, reaching for the door handle.

Locked. Of course, it ...