The human ear is an exceptional instrument for measuring distance when survival is the only thing that matters.
Thud. A heavy, dragging step on the hardwood runner.
Scrape. The friction of a massive shoulder brushing against the wallpapered drywall of the corridor.
Logan was thirty feet away . Then twenty-five. I think chemical haze of the Toradol and muscle relaxants was still slurring his movements, making him sluggish, but the raw momentum of his massive frame was entirely uninterrupted. He was moving by pure, instinctual tracking—a predator returning to the spot where he had sensed something wrong .
My mind shattered into a thousand shards of pure, electric panic, but the wall held the pieces together. I had the matte-black tablet in my hands, its screen still glowing with the fres
