At work the next day, I couldn't stop thinking of Logan and the confrontation with his mother. After leaving the mansion, I stopped in for a drink at a quiet lounge to think, and then I went straight home. I thought all night about Logan and whether or not I should call him. Knowing his mother, she'd probably send a hitman after me now. I decided to throw myself into my work and let the chips fall where they may.

As I spoke to client sitting across from me, a huge yawn escaped ...