It was him. I remembered his face from the newspaper clippings. Only in these he was fucked up and he looked... was he dead? Later the commander told me what he'd done.
How he'd looked up the case and called a few people to get the whole story and then he'd called in a few favors and had the scum taken care of.
There was nothing I could say. I'd long been trying to figure out how to do the same thing myself. But for this man who I looked up to like a father to take that upon himself for me, it had solidified our relationship and brought us closer.
I'd told the others what he'd done after his death, but Logan had seemed to know already, which didn't surprise me. His death had helped to ease some of what I was carrying around with me, but until now I didn't think anything could make what was left bearable.