Logan nodded in agreement on both counts. “You’re right. We’ll find him and sort this mess out ourselves.”
“What about Hana’s son?” Pete clung to the door handle, his knuckles white. “He could sort this out faster.”
Logan winced and dragged his phone from his pocket. Bodie answered on the first ring, the sounds of a fast food place in the background. “What?” he snapped, over the sound of pop music and shouting.
“I’ve got a problem,” Logan replied. He told the tale as fast as he could and waited for Bodie’s verdict.
“It sounds suspect,” he agreed. “I’ll tell Odering. Do nothing for now.”
Logan rolled his eyes and disconnected the call. “Do nothing? Who does he think I am?”
“You should listen to him.” Pete gripped the door handle with one hand and his crotch with the other. Logan exhal
