“Who’s locked the bloody door?” The handle rattled with violence and someone jiggled a key in the lock. Logan winked at Hana and reached out his arm, releasing the dead bolt. Hana heard the sound of metal on metal and Pete burst into the room.
Logan plonked himself in Rory’s chair with casual ease, greeting Pete with his one-fingered salute. “Hey, bro’. How’s things?”
Pete stopped in the doorway and eyed them both, Logan sitting with his hands in his pockets and Hana wedged between the filing cabinet and the wall. “You’ll get fired,” he said, looking from one to the other.
“Do I look like I care?” Logan drew an envelope from his jacket pocket and lobbed it onto Hana’s desk. He stood and sauntered towards the door, winking at Hana as he slipped behind Pete.
“Guy’s got a death wish,” Pet
