Logan's Young Guns. Nathan Walpow

went halfway back to the car and said to Logan, “Come on in.” Then, when Logan got to the door, he said, “This is Logan. And this is my Aunt Suzanne.”

      “Pleased,” Logan said.

      Aunt Suzanne said, “Me too,” but she wasn’t really. She turned around, and he and Logan went in.

      She put on a lamp and pointed them at a couch and chair. “Sit. I’ll just be a minute. You want coffee or anything?”

      Logan said, “We’re fine.”

      “Then just let me change,” she said, and went into the bedroom.

      Logan sat on the big soft chair and pointed Johnny at the couch. “Is your uncle here?”

      “He’s on a fishing trip.”

      “He likes to fish, I’m getting the feeling.”

      “Yeah.”

      Aunt Suzanne came back in. She had on a T-shirt and sweatpants. He didn’t think she had a bra on. It kind of bothered him to think things like that about his aunt, but he’d always thought she was kind of hot. Well, for her age. And, after all, they weren’t blood relations.

      She sat on the other end of the sofa. She said, “My nephew says you’re some kind of private eye.”

      “Close enough,” Logan said.

      “He gave me the rundown,” she said. “But I’d like to hear it from you too.”

      What she was probably saying was she didn’t trust Johnny to get the story right. He didn’t mind because a lot of the time, she would have been right.

      “Someone beat the crap out of your stepniece,” Logan said. “She may lose an eye. Johnny asked her who did it, and she said, ’Tony.’ First one that came to mind is your brother-in-law. Johnny said your husband sometimes mentions him, so we came down to see if he knew where Tony was.”