Thursday. Senate Office Building. Washington, DC.
LOGAN SIPPED HIS COFFEE and kept his focus on the security guard. When he'd popped into the building's security office to introduce himself, it was clear the staff didn't know what to make of him. Which meant whatever Dixon was trying to protect himself from wasn't a well-known threat.
Did he know this Skilton guy was after him? What was Dixon into? Or was he somehow an innocent in all of this?
Logan's gut said they didn't yet understand the full scope of the situation well enough to answer any of those questions. He hadn't met Dixon himself except for a brief brush earlier. Logan's general impression of the guy after watching a few hours of video online was that Dixon probably didn't hear the word no very often. Which made Logan think that Dixon wasn't all that innocent.
Plenty of people said the guy was charming.
Like a snake charmer.
Logan tamped down on his rising frustration.