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Logan walked into the waiting room and saw David slouched in a plastic chair. Taking the one next to him, he knew David would give him the information without him having to ask for it.
David looked his way and sighed. “Surgery went well. They removed the slug and stopped the bleeding. After some physical therapy, he should be good as new. Kelly is in with him,” he said as he nodded toward the door.
David continued to study Logan’s profile. The weariness was showing in the deepening brackets around his mouth and what seemed like the permanent scowl on his friend’s face.
“She’s safely tucked away at the hotel,” David offered in an attempt to get Logan to talk to him.
“She could have been shot. Could have been killed.” Logan continued to stare at the floor between his feet.
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