Things were getting tense, and Logan wasn’t sure how to handle it.
Sending Maggie on an errand was a good start, however, and that was enough to distract her. To make her feel like she was contributing. They were sitting in the car outside the police station from the early hours of the morning. Maggie had dozed, and Logan listened to her gentle snoring while he watched the front doors. It wasn’t his first stakeout, and the instinct of training himself to stay awake through it all didn’t seem to have left him.
When the sun rose, Logan suspected they didn’t have to wait much longer. He had heard on the radio that Maggie’s boyfriend – now ex-boyfriend Billy – had been treated and moved to the police station, where he was in custody but due to be released immediately after questioning. Apparently, the commissioner had dismissed him due to lack of probable cause.
Now it was only a matter of time until he came bounding down the steps, temporarily excused from his crimes.
When the time finally came, Logan had to fight the urge to just walk over and riddle the guy with bullets. Thanks to him, Jenny had been taken and would probably die. Logan missed that girl’s face – her optimism and kind but playful nature. Now she was gone, and that pathetic excuse for a man had something to do with it.
“Wake up,” he told Maggie, shaking her harder than he’d meant to.
Maggie’s eyes flickered open, wandering as she stretched and yawned from a wide mouth. “What’s going on?” she asked, wiping her lips of saliva. “Is it time?”
“It’s time. Do it now. Good luck.”
Barely functioning, Maggie opened the car door and slid out. Logan sat waiting for the son of a bitch across the road to start walking in the opposite direction. When he did, Maggie crossed the road and entered the police station with the note, ready to officially report it.
Logan followed Billy.