Little Girl Gone by Brett Battles Read Free Book Online

“You’re a friend of his?”
    Logan paused. “Not really a friend. He…does some work for me on and off. Supposed to come over earlier this evening but didn’t show up. Couldn’t get him on his cell, so thought I’d come over and check.”
    “Sorry. I think you’re out of luck. He moved out this morning.”
    “This morning?”
    “Gone by nine.”
    Logan glanced back inside. “You got the cleaning crew in there fast.”
    “Aaron arranged that himself. Said he didn’t want to leave a mess for someone else to clean up. Wish everyone was like him.” She paused. “He must have gotten his dates with you mixed up, though. He told us a week ago he was moving back East today.”
    As Logan climbed back into his car a few minutes later, he felt numb. There was no way to deny it. Something odd was definitely going on.
    He stuck the keys in the ignition, but instead of turning them, he called his father. It took five rings before it was picked up.
    “Hello?”
    “Dad?”
    “No. It’s Jerry.”
    Jerry? Apparently his dad was hosting a slumber party.
    “You want me to get him?” Jerry asked.
    “Please.”
    A few seconds later, Harp came on the line. “Did you find her?”
    “Not yet. Did you check the hospitals again?” Before Logan had left his father’s house, he’d suggested they call around one more time.
    “Yeah. She’s not at any of them. I also did another check with Highway Patrol. No major accidents on the 101 tonight.”
    Logan paused. “Dad, I think it’s time we talk about calling the authorities, and telling them what’s really going on.”
    Harp was silent for a moment. “What happened?”
    Logan told him what he’d learned so far.
    “That doesn’t necessarily mean she’s missing.”
    “The definition of a missing person is someone you can’t find,” Logan told him. “I’ve checked the places she should be, and she’s not at either of them.”
    “We…we can’t go to the police.”
    “Why not?”
    “We just can’t.”
    “That’s not good enough anymore.”
    “It has to be good enough!” his father yelled.
    “How can I know that? You guys obviously aren’t telling me everything. If you did maybe I’d understand.”
    His dad hesitated, then said, “I can’t tell you. I made a promise. But I can guarantee you that involving the police would be exactly the wrong thing to do. Please, Logan. You need to trust me on this.”
    Logan shook his head in disbelief. “What do you want me to do? Ignore what I’ve learned?”
    “Of course not,” he said. “I want you to find her.”
     

 
     
    9
     
    Logan had met Carl Stone in the Army while in the middle of a three-year, post-high-school stint. Carl had already been in for four at that point. It was one of those situations where their personalities clicked the moment they met. Even after Logan left the Army for college, their friendship didn’t falter, and they stayed in constant touch. It was as if they had grown up together. Nothing could ever separate them.
    The summer after Carl got out of the Army, he took Logan—a junior at Fresno State by that point—to visit his family in Scottsdale, Arizona. That’s when Logan met Carl’s sister, Trish. In many ways, Carl was even happier than she and Logan were when they got married.
    “Now you’re legally my brother,” he had said.
    By the time Logan finished college, Carl was working at Forbus Systems International in Washington, D.C. They were a defense contractor involved in a ton of different things. Carl’s job was training and assessing the company’s private security forces. These forces were mainly tasked with guarding warzone bases so that military personnel didn’t have to.
    “Don’t even bother looking for a job,” Carl told Logan a month before graduation. “I’ll take care of it.”
    Logan was never exactly sure who Carl talked to, but within two weeks of getting his diploma, he was offered a job working with his best friend at a salary he couldn’t