45

LOGAN WAS GOING CRAZY.

That had to be it.

Michael’s disappearance had sent him sailing over the edge of the cliffs of insanity because he was standing on a beach, looking for a kidnapping mermaid.

But what other choice did he have? The authorities would lock him up if he went to them with this story.

He should have gone to them with Angel. A mermaid. Jesus Christ.

Logan dropped his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, willing himself to focus. Recriminations could come later. Right now, he had to find Michael.

So where did one begin to start looking for a mer-maid? Atlantis?

“Hey there, good-looking.” A female voice, sultry and sexy, came from behind him.

Logan looked over his shoulder. He didn’t have the time, nor the inclination, to fend off some woman’s advances.

But there was no one there.

Logan shook his head. He had to be hearing things.

That went with Crazy, right?

He turned back around and looked out to sea again, shielding his eyes with his hand, hoping against