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her, or so they said.’
    ‘I’ll need lists of all her activities and friends,’ Sam said. ‘Phone numbers, addresses, that kind of thing.’
    ‘Yes. Adam has been working on compiling such a list for you.’ Logan nodded at Adam, who reached quickly into a folder on a nearby table.
    ‘I hope I have everything,’ he said. He’d been working on the list nonstop for the past three days. ‘I have listings of friends going back to her school days, and also friends of her family. Her charity activities are substantial, so I’ve listed all the members of those organisations as well. There’s also information about her brother-in-law’s family and her sister’s friends.’
    ‘Did she work anywhere?’ Sam asked.
    Logan shook his head. ‘Only for the charities that pricked her bleeding heart.’
    Sam eyed him with a curious look. Logan returned it with an irritated one. ‘What?’
    ‘You’re sure she wasn’t involved in something you didn’t know about?’ Sam asked.
    ‘Of course not,’ Logan snapped.
    Adam bit his lip and shifted in the chair. ‘Uh, sir?’
    Both Sam and Logan turned to look at him. He quailed slightly under the combined authority of their gazes. When Logan alone looked at him like that, it was enough to make him feel like a kid from a village school.
    ‘Well, Adam?’ Logan said impatiently. ‘What is it?’
    ‘Sir, if she was involved in something you didn’t know about, you . . . uh . . . well, you wouldn’t know about it,’ Adam said. He mentally kicked himself for contradicting Logan, but he was determined to examine all aspects of this case. ‘So you wouldn’t know if she was involved or not.’
    Sam chuckled, then coughed to hide his amusement when Logan shot him a deathly glare.
    ‘Well, the kid’s right,’ Sam pointed out. ‘He must have studied philosophy at school.’
    ‘Callie wouldn’t run off and do something without my knowing about it,’ Logan replied coldly. ‘And I don’t need Aristotle, Plato or Friedrich fucking Nietzsche to tell me that.’
    ‘She ran off and left you,’ Sam said. ‘That’s what I conclude, prima facie, as you lawyers like to say.’
    ‘Look, enough with this damn logic.’ Logan’s eyes flashed as he looked from Sam to Adam and back again. ‘I think we all know the situation here. Yes, Callie left me and, no, I don’t know why. Do you think you can manage to find her or do I need to hire someone else?’
    ‘I’ll try my best, Mr Waterford,’ Sam replied.
    ‘Don’t try,’ Logan said, his voice flat and cold. ‘Do it.’
    A little quiver ran down Adam’s spine. He wished he could issue dictates with the same kind of masterfulness that Logan did.
    Sam cleared his throat. ‘OK, we’ll get to work, then,’ he said. He headed towards the door. Adam grabbed his folder and stood up. He put his hand on Logan’s arm, getting a thrill out of the fact that he could feel the other man’s muscles clear through the suit jacket.
    ‘Don’t worry, Logan,’ Adam said firmly, squeezing Logan’s arm. ‘We’ll find her.’ With that, he trotted after Sam and closed the door behind him.
    ‘So where do we start?’ Adam asked Sam as they walked out of the office.
    Sam gave him a sideways glance. ‘Kid, I don’t exactly need your help with this. I’ll find that woman within a week.’
    ‘Logan said I was supposed to help you,’ Adam retorted. ‘So you’re stuck with me. Should we start at the house?’
    He’d never been to the Waterford mansion, but he couldn’t wait to see where Logan lived, ate and slept when he wasn’t at the office.
    ‘We’ll go there tomorrow,’ Sam said. ‘We’ll check out these charities and her Ladies Guild association first.’
    Adam shook his head. ‘You suppose she was one of those stuck-up society matrons? That doesn’t seem like the kind of woman Logan would want.’
    Sam shrugged. ‘I have some photos of her back at my office. And it doesn’t make a rat’s ass difference what