Logan

Suddenly, a car crashed through the side of the building, and my men opened fire on the driver. A moment later, I held my hand up to stop them, realizing there wasn’t a driver. I flung open the door, and a knife had been plunged into the accelerator with a note that read, “I’m coming for you next.”

There was a gaping hole in the front of the restaurant, and flames rose from the car, licking eagerly along the shattered, fallen timbers… remnants of what was left of ...