It's been two hours since the man in the window, in that time Logan has been calling a lot of people, from his business partners to inside cops. I think that I'm still in shock I haven't really talked I have just sat there in stillness.
Logan got off the phone and let out an immense sigh, I looked at him he was sat there with a look of total fatigue and frustration. From what I can comprehend from the phone calls him and his team have come up with nothing, they don't know who it was how he got in or where he went.
In the back of my head I know that all of this is my fault I am the reason all of this is happening. I wish that I knew who it was or that I saw the persons face. I'm trying plot down a list in my head of all the people that would want to harm me. The list that I have is my fat
