Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.
LOGAN COULD FEEL EYES on him. Unfriendly ones.
There had been no structure to the security team. No one was in charge. They had zero organization other than crowding around the senator. These were not professionals. Logan couldn't help but notice none of the men from reputable agencies had been selected. If that wasn't a red flag, Logan didn't know what was. Half of them had been bouncers previous to this position. They knew nothing about bodyguard work.
Maybe he'd overstepped by taking charge, but Logan wasn't about to sit back and do a piss-poor job of things. In hindsight, he should have eased into it. Though for all he knew, this was the right move. As yesterday proved, things were happening at an accelerated pace.
Kelsey breezed past Logan and the other two men in the entry without a glance at him.