Kapitel 249: Chapter 249: Logan

Wednesday. Logan Muller's Apartment. Washington, DC.

LOGAN DRAGGED THE TOWEL over his hair.

He wasn't cutting it. He didn't care what the head of the senator's staff said, the hair was staying. For years he'd cut it for the SEALs. Now, he was growing it for himself. He wasn't sure why, it just felt right. Part of him.

A sharp knock at his door made him frown.

Who the hell was that?

Jamie was at his girlfriend's.

Evan had mentioned taking his wife to a movie.

Tucker was likely still at work, shadowing Zora.

And Harper? Who the hell knew what Harper was doing.

Logan crossed the apartment to the door and peered out the peephole.

A petite figure stood outside with the jacket collar flipped up. It was the height that gave her away. And, well, the jacket. He'd know that black, faux-fur-lined coat anywhere. She was never without it.

He unlocked the door and stepped aside. Kelsey entered without an invitation. Snow flurries swirled around her as she crossed the threshold.