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Logan seethed as he stood by the gray brick wall, his wrists about shoulder height, hands tingled from the return of blood after being held up for so long. When David mentioned what he knew of Courtney’s time in the office, Logan had seen red. The stream of epitaphs aimed at the men who’d hurt her made David take a step back.
“She’s a bystander in all this, man. We’ll get her out and get her back to the States. Some time, and she’ll be okay,” David offered.
The look Logan gave David made him realize his friend had more than a few feelings of protection for the Swanson woman. “Did you f**k her?” David whispered harshly, knowing that emotional involvement with a ‘job’ could cost an agent his life.
Logan didn’t answer, only stared at Courtney’s shape across the cell, a muscle twitching
