Chapter 11It was never easy, staring down the barrel of a gun. And somehow, it didn’t give me as much comfort as I’d thought it would, knowing that the perp was someone I knew and worked with. There was a lot that could go wrong. More than I’d really thought about, back when Fiona and I were hatching this plan.
And guns still killed, even if it was a friend who pulled the trigger.
See that he doesn’t.
Logan kept the gun pointed at me, but hadn’t made any demands as yet. Which suited me just fine. I wanted to string this out as long as I could.
The slightly unfocussed look in Logan’s eyes suggested something held his attention elsewhere. Listening for instructions from Roch, no doubt. I gauged the distance between us. Thanks to the Plexiglas barrier, there’d be no possibility of vaultin
