By the time Logan came to, we had arrived in Forebay, approximately an hour"s drive from Sacramento, and I was still pleading his case.
He awakened alert, his eyes furious and hard, a contrast to Kincaid"s indifferent ones. I presumed he"d be able to do the empty act if he wasn"t that furious. It told me he was capable of hot, furious, impulsive anger.
“You alright?”
He inclined his head, his eyes checking me out. “You?”
I shrugged my shoulder and grimaced with the sudden burst of pain. Although it subsided quickly, I made a note not to shrug again.
My eyes skipped back to his blood-soaked clothes, and before I could ask, he said, “It"s not mine.” His eyes moved to my bandaged forehead.
I looked back at Kincaid, watching the exchange with interest.
“I have orders to bring him in,” K
