CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“LOGAN, CAN you join me in the boardroom right away?” Poking his head into Hart’s office, Scott Kruse’s voice sounded extremely agitated. “I know you’ve had a pretty hellacious last several hours with what happened at your home and all last night, but I could use your help.”
“How’d you hear about that already?”
“The FBI just informed me, and I guess I’d have to say, I’m surprised you’re even here.”
“Well, I figured it wouldn’t do me any good hanging around home. The police had the situation nearly wrapped up by the time I normally head into work. They were done with me, so I left them a key, told them to lock up when they were done, and headed into work.”
“You’re a better man than I am, I guess. I’d ask you if you thought your ordeal last evening had anything to do
