Page 51 of Logan
Logan
Do not leave or try to be heroic. I’m two minutes away
I don’t know why, but I feel a sudden sense of relief that he’s on his way, more so than the police.
Me
When you get here, I’m in the office directly across from the desk
Then I hear the door creak open.
I make sure my phone is on silent, then pull it to my chest, and I swear I almost stop breathing.
“Clear,” I hear someone say.
“Did you check everywhere? That bitch gotta be here somewhere,” another man’s voice says.
Oh, my god. Are they talking about me? There are a lot of people who work here, they could be talking about anyone…
“Don’t know, it all happened so fast,” says another.
The first man grunts. “Did you grab Jones?”
“Someone already put a bullet in his brain. The boss won’t be happy.”
“Fuck.”
My eyes widen. Jeremy is dead, too?
What about Ryan? Oh, my god. Every bad thought I’ve ever had about him makes me feel sick. I may not have liked the guy, but I don’t want him dead.
Fuck.
Fuck!
I’m so scared that I’m sure they can hear my breathing. Who knows, I could be whimpering, too.
“Sirens,” the first man says. “Gotta get outta here.”
“You got what you needed?”
“Cristoph is getting all the files now, he needs more time.”
Files? They’re stealing files?
Why the hell are they stealing files?
Then again, Cini Media has been rumored to be involved in the underworld.
“We don’t have more time!” asshole number two yells.
Then I hear something else that is like music to my ears.
The rumble of motorcycles.
Straight pipes.
It’s distinct.
