CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
SCOTT KRUSE had fresh bagels and coffee waiting in his office on Monday morning when Logan arrived for the 7:00 a.m. meeting Scott had requested. As Logan walked by Mariette Fowler, Scott’s thirty-something showpiece secretary, she mumbled sleepily. “Good morning, Mr. Hart. Go right on in, he’s waiting for you.” Then lowering her voice a bit to avoid Scott hearing her, she added, “And good luck, he appears to be in a bit of a mood this morning.” Logan smiled understandingly and entered the office, shutting the door behind him.
Scott whirled with a start when he heard the door close. He had been staring out his second-floor window, deep in thought, when Logan entered. He looked troubled, and it was evident from the footprint pattern on the freshly vacuumed office carpe
