Logan hung back, allowing the others to take seats around the table. It could fit six, which was where his guys headed. Diha, Felecia and Cat perched on stools by the bar while Kelsey remained standing.
"Everyone take a seat. We'll pass around coffee." Logan squeezed into the small kitchen.
Zora joined him, because the kitchen was the easiest place to address everyone in the small space. She set her satchel on the counter and turned her head toward him.
"Sorry I'm late," she said softly.
Logan shrugged and hid his surprise at her apology. Zora wasn't the kind of person to spare words. Especially not for I'm sorry.
"We are going to step up our hunt for the mole," Zora announced to the room at large.
Logan nodded. That made sense.