ring and her response let him know that he was right. His wife was gone.
“I’m on my way home,” he spoke quickly.
“For what?”
“I’ve had a shitty day and I’ve got some built up frustration. I was hoping to bend your ass over and take it out on you,” Logan stated.
“I’ll put the kids down for a nap and meet you upstairs,” she was smiling and he could hear it from the other end.
As he set the phone down he had a small flash of guilt for what he did. Then he remembered that she didn’t matter. Some people deserved the shit he did.
CHAPTER 7
She smelled him. That was all it took. One whiff of that musky cologne and her insides began to ravel. Instantly, she regretted the decision to come to him. He didn’t care about her. He didn’t care if she was alive. She could potentially be making a huge mistake and even putting herself in danger.
What Fuller was banking on was his one true desire. He wanted to take down Logan. She wanted some information. Perhaps if they worked together, both could achieve their goals. She only hoped that her willingness to help would buy her some time on the death threat.
Even as she felt Asher move closer behind her, she knew that she would have to play this the right way. Her job would require action if he told her too much. At the same time, she couldn’t tend to business if he told her too little. If she was going to keep him out of this and still solve the case, she’d have to walk around the lines of normal to her. And he’d have to be attuned to her enough to do the same.
It was a game and she only hoped it was one she could win. She knew it was her only option and that is why she spun to face the man she wasn’t sure she could bare to look at.
“Nice place, I’ve never been here.”
“Not many have,” he answered. “How are you, Agent Fuller?”
“I’ve been okay. Working a lot.”
“So I hear. What exactly brings you to me?”
Her body wanted to scream the answer. She wanted to scream the answer. But she refused to show vulnerability in that moment.
“I need help,” she confessed. “And I’m pretty sure you are the only one I can trust right now.”
***
“You wanted to see me?” Andy appeared in the doorway to his boss’ office with very little noise to alert Logan he was there.
“Wallaby,” Logan smiled and motioned his hand, “Sit down.”
Andy was a little bit nervous about the sudden request for him to come into the office. He had spent much of his weekend checking into things that he knew damned well Logan would disapprove of. Having learned the kind of man that he was working for, Andy wasn’t sure any private meetings would be a good idea.
Different thoughts swirled through his brain. What if Logan knew he knew? What if it was all real? Would his life be in danger?
He wanted to avoid the entire conversation, but he wasn’t able to. He had no choice but to be right where he was and thinking just what he was thinking.
“Wallaby, we have a problem,” Logan’s face turned serious and Andy froze. His stomach was in knots and he was terrified to speak. “Relax, you look like you are heading for the gas chamber,” Logan teased and began to laugh. A loud and hearty laugh that didn’t come around very often.
“Sorry,” Andy swallowed and managed to answer. “I had a long weekend and I’m not feeling very well.”
“Sitting at home hardly qualifies as a long weekend, Wallaby,” Logan rolled his eyes.
“I…I’m sorry…Wait... what?” Andy was terrified. How did Logan know?
“Sitting at home,” Logan waved his hand as if to dismiss the topic. “Isn’t that what you always do? I mean when was the last time you had a drink with friends? Do you even have any friends?”
It was only in that moment that Andy realized that Logan was picking on him. That whole I’m better than you mentality that many of