I have a good friend in the FBI, but I don’t even dare ask her for advice. She’d ask me questions I couldn’t answer.” She looked at Logan again. “If this were a simple matter of a wife ditching her marriage, my dad would have never brought you up. But after what we’ve learned, both Alan and I are concerned that Sara is in trouble. If she is, Alan wants to help her, but he can’t if he can’t find her. That’s what I’m hoping you can do. Find her, see if she’s in trouble, then let me know.”

Logan looked down at his food. He still had four pieces of spicy tuna left, but he was no longer hungry. “I’m not sure what more I can do that you haven’t already done.”

“Maybe there is nothing,” she admitted. “But you’ll come at it with fresh eyes, and given what I heard happened in Thailand, from an angle that is less…rigid than mine.”

He glanced at his father, and could see that Harp was fully behind the idea. Helping Callie-and, through her, the memory of Len-was all the motivation his father needed. And if his father felt that way, could Logan really say no?

“I guess…I could at least talk to Alan. We can see where it goes from there.”

Callie reached out and put her hand over Logan’s. “Thank you.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Callie called Alan and set up a meeting for the next afternoon. The problem was, Alan lived in Riverside, about an hour’s drive east of Los Angeles, and at least seven hours from San Francisco. Logan and Harp decided that since Cambria was halfway between the two, the best thing would be to drive home for the night, check in at the shop in the morning, then finish the trip to Alan’s.

“I can be there if you need me,” Callie offered.

Logan shook his head. “We should be okay.”

“You’re sure?”

“Unless you think it would be better.”