Logan backed towards the front door. “I’m not waiting around,” he said. “Tell him I came in willing to sign. I don’t want my non-compliance to come back to bite me later.” Sarcasm dripped from his tone and the desk officer’s fingers punched a number into the phone.
“He needs to see you, son. You can’t want him to send a car to pick you up. It’s less trouble for you to just wait here for him.”
“No. Tell him I’m not doing what he wants. I’m telling my lawyer and he can go screw himself. Do you need me to spell any part of that for you?” Logan heard the sliding doors swish open behind him and cold air filled the reception area. He produced a suitable gesture for the benefit of the overhead security camera and took a phone snap of the desk sergeant sat beneath the clock. It showed the time a
