“I told him I did have one case that had reached a point where I didn’t know what to do next. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something that could be fixed with a creative motion in court or a well-written letter on firm stationery. He said he wanted to hear about it anyway, so I told him. When I finished, I thought he’d fallen asleep, but apparently he was thinking. After a bit, he opened his eyes and said, ‘You need to talk to Harp.’”

As she said his name, Harp rubbed a self-conscious hand across his mouth.

Callie shifted her gaze to Logan. “That’s when he told me about what you did for that girl, that you’d gone clear to Asia to find her.”

“It wasn’t as big a deal as he probably made out,” Logan said.

Harp frowned. “Don’t listen to him. It was a big deal. If Logan hadn’t been there…” He shook his head.

Callie’s eyes were still on Logan. “I’ve come to a dead end. I’m hoping there might be something you could do.”

“I’m sure there is. We’d be happy to look into it, won’t we, Logan?” Harp said.

Logan adjusted himself in his chair. What he’d done for Harp’s friend Tooney, bringing the man’s granddaughter back, had happened because if he hadn’t done something, no one would have. He wasn’t so sure that was a good habit to get into. Then again, Callie was basically family. You didn’t turn your back on family.

“What exactly are you hoping I’ll do?” he asked.

“Find my client’s wife,” she said.

Her answer did nothing to dissipate his discomfort. “If you think I’m some kind of missing persons expert, you’re mistaken.”

“Technically, she’s not missing.”

“Technically?”

Callie took a moment to collect her thoughts, then said, “My client’s name is Alan Lindley.