Kapitel 281: Chapter 281: Logan

Sunday. Task Force Headquarters. Washington, DC.

LOGAN COVERTLY GLANCED AT his phone.

Again.

Evan had promised to keep Logan up to date on their movements. There hadn't been a single thing since Evan said they were done at Walter Reed.

Where were they?

"Senator, sir?" Zora leaned forward, speaking in her sweet as honey voice.

That was not a good sign.

Anytime Logan heard that tone trotted out, the person receiving it got hammered shortly thereafter.

"I told you." John smiled and lifted his shoulders. "I don't know anything."

"Then why did you leave your residence?" she countered.

This was getting old.

"I was afraid for my life," John replied.

"Bullshit," Logan barked.

Both John and Zora started and looked at him.

Logan sat back, arms crossed over his chest, and glared at John.

Screw it.